Lyrics:

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