Young Trell, Young Trell dats my name fuck fame u c'aint fight whos da blame how I got my name I got perfect aim. Im straight from da west and im one of da best and I will put it to ya chest. Got da whole hood sayin young trell hallow points ring a bell I never fail but I'll sell catch me at shell. 5th street Is dat were u wont meet I dont got to beat my meat I'll pop a nigga up knock him off his feet cause he know he sweet. Im talkin bout blows nigga fuck a gun but u betta run clappin up a real nigga aint no fun. How I got my name cause in stead of makin rain I will inflect more pain. But its's really bud I got big dreams of makin it flod.

A yo my flow got cancer there is know answer nigga 4 da truth i cant never been in da booth but I knock yo tooth. I spit so ill make want to write yo will. Stay still when u get slapped up quick im gone ask you how it feel. I put niggas in da dirt make a nigga were a skirt. I dont flirt I jus walk up and game a bitch it aint that hard to tame bitch. Now dats me the truth me dats so stop hatin off me.