All my life I've been doubted
While you sat there and pouted
Taking over the world
You can’t nothin about it
Bullies in and out of school
Dogs always wanna drool
Children can be so cruel
Anything you talk is bull-crap
Where I grew up
In the hood
You were bad
But you'd always act good
Back off
This is my solo
Having fun
Just like Fabuloso
Performing
At birthday bash
You mad
Cause I got cash
Stop focusing on me
Pay attention to that rash
I got this rap thing down
Maybe you should try jazz