[Hook - 2x]
The things, that`s on my mind
When I be sliding by, in my city (in my city)
It`s the things, that`s on my mind
When I be sliding by, in my city (in my city)
[Z-Ro]
I bet you wanna know what`s on my mind, when I be sliding by
Mean mugging, relieving some of this stress don`t fuck with me
You`ll get this beam, cause I ain`t trying to look in the rearview
Cause if I done passed it, it`s forward march tired of living in the past
bitch
Wearing pain like it`s cologne, y`all niggaz tell me to be strong
But y`all niggaz don`t even know, what the fuck is really going`s on
After done-datta, searching for my throne I reign someday
Heartless motherfucker, celebrate Black Sunday
I blow dro, as the dirt covers the coffin up
Life is so fucking hard, Jesus will it ever soften up
I`m tired of crying tears in my eyes, when I roll through
And I don`t trust nobody, that`s why I act like I don`t know you fools
Y`all niggaz might fuck around, and jack your dog
That`s the reason why when we be chilling, my pistol still up in my palm
Cause I done seen some fucked up shit, at the red light
Quickly pass on get my ass on, and keep my head right
[Hook - 2x]
[Lil Boss Hogg]
I`m on a gangsta roll, in my two do` Regal
With four 12`s in my trunk, that`ll bump like a beetle
Under the seat is the desert eagle, for you and your people
Think you seen it the first time, this ain`t nothing but a sequel
Niggaz is hating my G`s, keep skating my plates stay scraping
I get most of my product, from Eses to Jamaicans
Bandanas on my left antenna, and they can`t standing
The scene is abandoned, when the first shot is fired and landed
Two deep sliding my mask on, really get my blast on
Creeping on cowards cocked up in a Coupe, getting my sag on
Lift the front end up, let the ass end just drag on
Me and a couple of loc niggaz, up in a rag rome
Five deuce and six zones, six treys and six fo`s
BMG B`s down moves, tree tops and windows
Penitentiary poems on fo` do`s, dipping in low low`s
Finger fucking my 4-4, on a bitch made nigga fo` do`
[Hook - 2x]
[Trae]
Slow mo`, when on the block 4`s glide so gangsta
Trunk banging and screens raining, let my top down tailored
Nothing but money to make, sliding through the West
Niggaz left me for dead, so now I be equipped with a vest
I got my mug on mind frame, on leave me alone
I ain`t gotta explain shit, you niggaz better get the fuck on
I done beat the game, just like my brother would say
If you keep them niggaz away, you live to see another day
I had a hater watching me, (what happened to that boy)
I caught him slipping, and committsed a clapping through that boy
I`m in hella-fied zone, trying to get my rhyme on
If I can`t fuck it, I`ma still be breaking down zones
From the bottom to the top, from the top back to the bottom
Whatever they want whatever they need, believe I got em
It ain`t no slowing down my hustle, with the block dried out
I`ma bleed every section, until the block bleed out
[Hook - 2x]
[Hook - 2x]
