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 makin' 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 730, pretty but I rap too dirty   The law is criticizin' 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 exploitin' names   Yeah I write my shit it's not a fuckin' game   So what he wrote some songs, I blew him up the same      I'm never duckin' 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?