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