"Intro" lyrics

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)
Despite 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

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 showing
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 Bull
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
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)

Now take a look what you made me