Number One Fan - Young Zee

Shout out to everybody I hang with

Mothafuckin' D.U., B Boy,,

Mothafuckin' Ralphy,

All my niggas,

Oh

Digga

Let’s go

Okay

From «you don’t want ‘No Problems'»

To groupies, to tours

To seventeen platinum with Fugees, ‘The Score'

Cold to luke warm to hot like house fire

To columbine dumb ass fucked up my Outsidaz

To back to the hood like to clock dam thangs

Till I’m back spitting with Red on «Doc's The Name'

To Digga on ‘Electica'

To Simon on the Flips

To the ‘Blackout' album

Had bitches fighting over dick

To Slang getting killed trying to get them bills

To the Blaze Battle when I lost to bitch ass Shells

number one only god made me escape dry

I’m coming home happy, Half a mil on ‘8 mile'

Track number seventeen on ‘D12's World'

To my house by the sea shell where she sells pearls

If I’m up on the charts I’m slumped in a van

I love ya’ll that stuck with me, ya’ll my number one fans

Oh, Yeah (Number one fans)

Oh

I love ya’ll, Yeah

Keeping riding with me

We gunna ride this one out

Young

Who fresher than me?

And to Digga I ask god how I get so blessed

How she spits so fresh, sex so wet, girl

For you I do life in a jail, just send me in the mail

I write from my cell

Even though I couldn’t pull it through for you I tried

It darken my pride, I put that all aside, ha

Back in the ride, girl don’t want no mad bitches

I’m gunna ride this mafucka till I crack the transmission

And all your tracks live, fresher than most rap gods

I love how you killed me like that shits was like «whoo»

When I see you on stage, I get butterflies

Knowing latter on my tongue going up those thighs

I’m such a lucky guy and every night I shut my eyes

I thank god for you

Zee, your number one fan

Oh!

Woah

Love you girl

Yeah, number one fan!