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