[Verse 1]
I was born, the son of a knife and a time bomb
With a cordless mic in my right palm
When my mama seen it her reaction was quite calm at first
Until I looked up at her and uttered a curse
Jesus she freaked out screaming and pleading to get a nurse
The orderlies aborted me figures it didn't work
So I'm borm with these deformities itchin' to spit a verse
Mama brought me home from the hospital inside her purse
A newborn with torn ligaments
Crawling around the house in shoe horns and foreign cigarettes
I kept my two fronts gold
While writing lyrics made a song at just a few months old
My mom would never opt to play with me
She spent the first three years looking for adoption agencies

[Hook:]
I've been writing my songs and tryna be strong
But mama I just want to sing
I know you don't like rap but you must face facts
And let a n***a do his thing
So mama please don't disown your own son
Don't disown your own son
Mama I want to sing

[Verse 2]
I was eight man feeling great rocking an apron
My motto was rip spirits when I kick lyrics
But my mama wasn't trying to hear it
Tried to leave me at SEAR's with
Some jell-o and a stolen gear shift
I had to pawn it for cab fare
Made it to the crib gave my mama a bad scare
I told my mama this is what I really wanna do
Be a famous rapper do a "Tell It All" on Donahue
But then she went "You little son of a bitch
No son of mine is gonna be hippity hop hop
Rappity rap rapper that could be bad
Back to the bathroom you go
Strapped to the crapper without your crackers"
But mom how long you gonna lock me in the restroom?
"Untill you 22 when this little phase possesing you
Has run it's course, don't you want to be a doctor Danny?
I talked to Watson's family and he's in college already
And he's only 11, you'll never make it to heaven rappin'"
Her telling me I couldn't was the best that ever happened

[Hook]

[Outro]