[Intro]
Shout out to everybody I hang with
Mothafuckin’ D.U., B Boy, [?], [?]
Mothafuckin’ Ralphy, [?]
All my n***as [?], [?]
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!