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