MY I
I'ma be slidin' me,
me,
muggin' relievin' some of this stress
Don't * with me,
you'll get this greenin' I ain't,
and I ain't tryna look in the rear
view Cause if I'd have passed in this forward march
I'd have livin' in the past,
bitch,
we're in pain like it's Kahlon
Child niggas tell me to be strong But
child niggas don't even know what the *
is really goin' on I am the Don that I'm searchin' for my throne
I'll reign someday Heartless motherfucker celebrate Black Sunday
I blow dro As the dirt covers the coffin up
Life is a * up Jesus,
Jesus will it ever soften up
I'm tired of cryin',
tears in my eyes When I roll through and I trust nobody
That's why I act like I don't know you fools
Y'all niggas might * around and jack it up
That's the reason why we be chillin' My pistol still up in my pocket
Y'all niggas might * around and jack
it up That's the reason why we be chillin'
The things that's on my mind when I be slidin' by
In my city, in, in my city
The things that's on my mind when I be slidin' by
In my city, in, in my city
The things that's on my mind when I be slidin' by In my city,
in,
in my city The things that's on my
mind when I be slidin' by In my city,
in,
in my city
I'm on a gangster roll In my 2-doll regal
With four twills in my trunk That I pop like a beagle
Under the seat is the Desnard Eagle For you and your people
Thank you,
seen it the first time This ain't nothin' but a sequel
Niggas is hatin' My D's keep skatin' By the place they
swerve Get most of my product From S.A.'s and Jamaica's
Bandanas on my left antenna Handcannon standin' The scene is a
banger When the first shot is fired and landed Too deep,
slide my ass Barely,
barely get my blast Creepin',
creepin' on cowboys Cocked up in a coupe Get my
sag on Look the front end up Let the ass end just
drag Me and a couple of low niggas Up in the rack,
wrong Five deuce and six on
Six trays and six fours DMGBs,
down moves,
treetops and weirdos
Penitentiary pose on photos Dippin' in Lodos
Finger-fuckin' my faux-faux On a bitch-made nigga folder
The things that's on my mind when I be slidin' by In my city,
in,
in my city
The things that's on my mind when I be slidin' by In my city,
in,
in my city
The things that's on my mind when I be slidin' by In my city,
in,
in my city
The things that's on my mind when I be slidin' by In my city,
in,
in,
city
Slow rollin' on the Black Fools Glyde Soul cakes,
the trunk bangin' The screens rainin' in my top-down tanker
Nothin' but money to make When I slide through the woods
I'm my ass off for life And plus I be quick for the plinks
I got my mug on my frame,
don't leave me alone I ain't gotta explain *,
nigga So get the * on,
I'm peepin' the game Just like my brother would
say If you keep the roaches the way you live,
I'll see another day
I'm peepin' the game Just like my brother would
say If you keep the roaches the way you live,
I'll see another day
I'm peepin' the game Just like my brother would
say If you keep the roaches the way you live,
I'll see another day
I had a hater watchin' me What happened to that boy?
I caught him slippin' and commenced the clappin' Through that door
I'm in the gangsta-fied zone Tryin' to get my grind on
If I can't get my way,
I'ma invest in breakin' them zones
From the bottom to the top,
from the top back to the bottom
Whatever they want,
whatever they need,
just know I got em
Ain't no snowin' down my hustle with the flock drive
I'ma bleed every section until the flock bleed out
The things that's on my mind when I be slidin' by
In my city, in, in my city
The things that's on my mind when I be slidin' by
In my city, in, in my city
The things that's on my mind when I be slidin' by
In my city, in, in my city
The things that's on my mind when I be slidin' by
In my city, in, in, city