In My City

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)
 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 niggas tell me to be strong
 But y'all niggas 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 niggas 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
 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
 Niggas 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 niggas, 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'
 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
 Niggas 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 niggas better get the fuck on
 I done beat the game, just like my brother would say
 If you keep them niggas 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'mma 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'mma bleed every section, until the block bleed out