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 teeth 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 PO 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
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 PO said that I wont get far
Being the Son,
Of a Rap Star

Being the son,
Of a Rap Star