Trae And Z-Ro In My City Ft. Lil Boss Lyrics

[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 f___ 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
b____
Wearing pain like it's cologne, y'all n____z tell me to be strong
But y'all n____z don't even know, what the f___ is really going's on
After done-datta, searching for my throne I reign someday
Heartless m_________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____z 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 s___, at the red light
Quickly pass on get my a__ 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 b__p 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____z 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 c___ed 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____z, 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____ made n____ 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
n____z 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 s___, you n____z better get the f___ on
I done beat the game, just like my brother would say
If you keep them n____z 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 - 2x]