[Hook: Z-Ro]
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)
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 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
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)
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 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
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