I think I'll call your mom up on my cellphone,
And toss that old dog bitch my hard bone.
I already fucked my mom's pussy up when i came out
Out the womb, 24k gold umbilical cord,
custom made beats by dre, chrome, and in diamond lettering spelled my name,
Paparazzi was there the minute I popped
doctor knew from that moment I couldn't be stopped
cause in my left hand, i carried signed record deals
and in the other one, a fully loaded gun, so i could fulfill my destiny, rap and steal
yeah nigga, im the real deal
like i was howie mandel
oh damn, son, i write symphony's
you simply write for sympathy
yeah nigga, i got the burner
im iced out
punch you bitch in her mouth.
swag me out.