Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Michael R Jones
Rap
Robert Franks Sr.
Rap
LaRome Freeman
Rap
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Michael R Jones
Songwriter:in
Robert Franks Sr.
Songwriter:in
LaRome Freeman
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Michael R Jones
Produzent:in
Kloud Nine Music
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Lyrics
I'm the hardest in my city, I'm the hardest in my state
Riding wood grain gripping with that big loud bass
Riding wood grain gripping with that big loud bass
Riding wood grain gripping with that big loud bass
I'm the hardest in my city, I'm the hardest in my state
Riding wood grain gripping with that big loud bass
Riding wood grain gripping with that big loud bass
Riding wood grain gripping with that big loud bass
I'm flossin and I'm plastered, Iron Man and castle
Founded on a rock, Yahweh is my rock
Speak unto me rock, my people down here hurting
Hardened and we covered, and diamonds need to surface
So I swang around my city, see me swang around your block
Love covering all the sin, praying casting demons out
King Jimmy so official, cause they like to battle out
See these men are only men, and my Yah the only God
Jesus grown into Yahshua, so you know I learned echad
So if you carry weight, put your spoon up in the pot
Southern studied, and he's country, and you know he got that pop
So I'ma teach you, fore I preach you, don't make me come and get you
I'm the hardest in my city, I'm the hardest in my state
Riding wood grain gripping with that big loud bass
Riding wood grain gripping with that big loud bass
Riding wood grain gripping with that big loud bass
I'm the hardest in my city, I'm the hardest in my state
Riding wood grain gripping with that big loud bass
Riding wood grain gripping with that big loud bass
Riding wood grain gripping with that big loud bass
I'm takin' off the runway, guess you call me a jet
I've been in this thing so long, you can call me a vet
I've been preachin' and teachin', everything that God has said
Because of his grace, I am never afraid
We've been hitting these streets, I mean going hood to hood
Our message to people is simply, God is good
Now you know how we do, and we stay on our grind
Now he may not come when you want him, but he's always on time
God be for me, and never be against
Now my worship is for real, and my praise is intense
H-town is my city, you know we swang and bang
But my life is a transformer, you know I've been changed ughh
I'm the hardest in my city, I'm the hardest in my state
Riding wood grain gripping with that big loud bass
Riding wood grain gripping with that big loud bass
Riding wood grain gripping with that big loud bass
I'm the hardest in my city, I'm the hardest in my state
Riding wood grain gripping with that big loud bass
Riding wood grain gripping with that big loud bass
Riding wood grain gripping with that big loud bass
Praise Yah, halleluYah, thankful for another day
Up before the sunrise, meet my Abba face to face
Praise and gratitude, not worthy of his grace
Thorn in my side, I must decrease
Narrow path, keep pushin' ruach like some no-dos
Prayin' for the hood, mobbin' back streets
I'ma show you how I ride on my enemies
Bind strongholds and principalities
Destroy altars, throwin' rocks at the beach
Armor on, Ruach got, go before my feet
Never scared to ride on my enemies
Yah declared the ground Holy, wanna ride with me
I'm the hardest in my city, I'm the hardest in my state
Riding wood grain gripping with that big loud bass
Riding wood grain gripping with that big loud bass
Riding wood grain gripping with that big loud bass
I'm the hardest in my city, I'm the hardest in my state
Riding wood grain gripping with that big loud bass
Riding wood grain gripping with that big loud bass
Riding wood grain gripping with that big loud bass
Written by: LaRome Freeman, Michael R Jones, Robert Franks Sr.