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