[Intro]

Call me this or don't call me nothin' (Yungin)

Yeah, so right now, I'd like to thank you and yours (Thank you, thank you, shawty)

For takin' the time out

To rip the package off the CD (I see ya)

And take a look what you made me

Yeah, it's the prince of the Chi'

Northside, Southside

C'mon, ride with me

From all the way from the hundreds

To the Iggies

And this is (Tell 'em what it is)

A day in the life of a Yung Boss (That's me)

In spite of what you heard, all the rumors

All the YouTubes, all the internet blogs

I'm here for you (Yeah)

This is my heart, my soul

I give you me, Yungin

[Verse]

Everybody wanna take shots at me (Yeah)

Get me out the throne

When I'm part of history, I'm tryna put my CD on

Got the top back on the dunk, yeah, the titties showin'

While I'm listenin' to the album, tryna picture where we goin'

Look what you made me, streets so shady

But I'm still proud to call 'em my baby, yeah

When she gave the pussy up like a snake, bitch

Hope for the youth, kids see me and go apeshit

At 15, I was tryna get my tape did

Cocky lil' nigga, buck 30, I was Jay big (Damn right)

And me and Chase got it in at the same crib

Writin' in the basement, now I'm on the Bassment

Niggas got statements, fuck hip-hop police when you livin' in the hip-hop Matrix

One of big faces, met Big Fase and sat down with Boog'

Now I'm back in the basement

That is a metaphor, tryna see where I can take it

Some said, "Yungin, if you dream it, you can make it"

And my big brother Cap, he was beefin' with the label (Richie)

Now he back up in the hood, puttin' packs up on the tables

On the Southside, you can go, catch him at Blue Mama house

Trip to ATL, late night up at the Waffle House

Put my CD on, so really, what's this all about?

When I say Prince, niggas get pissed (Damn right)

[Outro]

Now take a look what you made—