Whoa whoa. What the *plurrr is this YO!. They say I'm 730 say I spaz out. FB is ill she'll wild out. Can y'all feel my pain?. I can't let it slide. How could I smile when I'm hurtin' so bad inside?. Yo how can we start this. My life is thorough never heartless. I laid it down from the Gate to the St Louis arches. From the windy city to the streets in Cali. To them streets in Houston. My niggas always boostin'. Some bitches always holla. How they don't spend a dolla. But that's because they ain't got it. Now tell me where's the logic. And if I talk it - I've done did it or about to do it. I'm making anthems got a million niggas bouncin' to it. Bust your guns!. And if that ain't enough then bust again. I've been thuggin' since B-I-Z made "Just A Friend". Matter of fact ever since Flava Flav was rockin' clocks. And even then there was no bitch that could compare to Fox. Let me head knock Pretty you wit' me right. This Prada fit me tight this Gucci fit me right. Who could quickly write like seven joints and it be tight?. You know how hood we sound you know it's Boogie Brown. Yo they say I'm 730 say I spaz out. FB is ill she'll wild out. But can y'all feel my pain?. I can't let it slide. How could I smile when I'm hurtin' so bad inside?. They say I'm 730 say I spaz out. FB is ill she'll wild out. But can y'all feel my pain?. I can't let it slide. How could I smile when I'm hurtin' so bad inside?. Yo my life is full of problems. Sometimes it's hard to dodge 'em. So much you couldn't fathom. I wish I didn't have them. They say I'm 7-30 pretty but I rap too dirty. The law is criticizing me and probably never heard me. So what I crashed my Range. My last name ain't changed. This time it's different though. I'm not exploiting names. Yeah I write my shit. It's not a fucking game. So what he wrote some songs. I blew him up the same. I'm never ducking dames. Y'all know just where to find me. I would've killed her but it just wouldn't be fair to mommie. Imagine me doing time Foxy behind bars. Not me the crime star. Y'all bitches ain't worth it. Although my life ain't perfect I'll never change a thing. Y'all want success but y'all don't know about the pain it bring. It's supposed to make you happy and keep your paper long. This beat is kind of ill. How could you hate this song?. Yo they say I'm 730 say I spaz out. FB is ill she'll wild out. But can y'all feel my pain?. I can't let it slide. How could I smile when I'm hurtin' so bad inside?. They say I'm 730 say I spaz out. FB is ill she'll wild out. But can y'all feel my pain?. I can't let it slide. How could I smile when I'm hurtin' so bad inside?. Man some hoes is always yackin'. Like I can't make it happen. Like they don't know my cash. Like they don't know my past. Especially pop star bitches with the soft image. So what I ain't with him. BITCH! He's off limits. Be where I always be. See who I choose to see. Although we're not together his heart belong to me. See at times I think y'all bitches be confusing me. Like I'm somethin' sweet shorty I'm still street. You're not on my level and I won't stoop. And I'm the one that got you kicked out your own group. Chicks be always thinkin' that I'mma let it ride. I might not kill you but I'll hurt you till your dead inside. Third album and you still wanna test Brown. I'm so hood bitches know how boogie get down. It could be real drama. It's still the Ill Na Na. There ain't a bitch wilda. Any beef? Holla!. They say I'm 730 say I spaz out. FB is ill she'll wild out. But can y'all feel my pain?. I can't let it slide. How could I smile when I'm hurtin' so bad inside?. They say I'm 730 say I spaz out. FB is ill she'll wild out. But can y'all feel my pain?. I can't let it slide. How could I smile when I'm hurtin' so bad inside?.