Number One Fan

[Intro] Shout out to everybody I hang with Mothafuckin’ D.U., B Boy, [?], [?] Mothafuckin’ Ralphy, [?] All my niggas [?], [?] Oh Digga Let’s go Okay [Verse 1] 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 [Hook] 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? [Verse 2] 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 [Outro] Oh! Woah Love you girl Yeah, number one fan!