ABN - In My City lyrics

[Hook] x2 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) [Verse 1 : 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 f** with me You'll get this beam, cause I ain't trying to look in the rearview Cause if I done pa**ed it, it's forward march tired of living in the past b**h Wearing pain like it's cologne, y'all n***as tell me to be strong But y'all n***as don't even know, what the f** is really going's on After done-datta, searching for my throne I reign someday Heartless motherf**er, celebrate Black Sunday I blow dro, as the dirt covers the coffin up Life is so f**ing 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 n***as might f** 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 f**ed up sh**, at the red light Quickly pa** on get my a** on, and keep my head right [Hook] x2 [Verse 2 : 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 n***as 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 co*ked up in a Coupe, getting my sag on Lift the front end up, let the a** end just drag on Me and a couple of loc n***as, 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 f**ing my 4-4, on a b**h made n***a fo' do' [Hook] x2 [Verse 3 : 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 n***as 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 sh**, you n***as better get the f** on I done beat the game, just like my brother would say If you keep them n***as 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 f** 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] x4