I was born a rapper’s son from Atlanta Pimping hos when I was five years old.      We had plenty of Cristal and a Bentley Cause that’s just how we always like to roll.        We didn’t mind showing off our Bling Bling Our golden teef and our Cadillac Escalade.      Bitches shake their booty when they past by me And as I smoke my Cuban Tree I’ve got it made.        Chorus: I’m living fat and I’m living large Throwing leg in my Bentley car And my P.O. said that I wont get far   Being the Son Of a Rap Star.             Chillin’ at the club with my homies Sippin’ on gin and juice when my Boo walks past. (Spoken: Whats up Boo) You better step on off and not be frontin’ Or else I’ll bust a cap off in your ass.       I’m my babies Daddy and his a’Mama Don’t ax me cause that’s all you need to know      His pajamas are made by Gucci and Versace Cause that’s just how we always like to roll.        Chorus:                              I’m living fat and I’m living large Throwing leg in my Bentley car And my P.O. said that I wont get far   Being the Son Of a Rap Star.    Being the son Of a Rap Star.