Lyrics

([Intro: 0:00–0:20] – Aggressive, cinematic street build-up)

(SFX: Screwed-up tape rewind, trunk pop, engine rev)
Yeahh…
I’m stormin’ out the H, wood wheel in my grip,
Lone Star steppin’, leather seats stitched thick,
Candy on the slab, pop the trunk, let it spark—
Midnight marauder, leavin’ tire marks.

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[Hook: 0:20–1:24] – High-pitched, soulful chant (Layered vocals, call & response)

♪ I’m the pulse of H-Town, rollin’ through the night ♪
♪ 5th Ward dreams, Southside in the light ♪
♪ Candy paint gleamin’, trunk beatin’ right ♪
♪ I run this, run this, bit’ch all night — city’s heartbeat tight ♪
♪ Swang wide corners, neon underglow ♪
♪ Got the hood on my back, and I’m lettin’ ‘em know ♪
♪ From the block to the top, legacy don’t quit ♪
♪ I run this, run this, City All Night — never let it slip ♪

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[Verse 1: 1:24–2:28] – Gritty braggadocio, classic H-Town texture

I pull up slow, grill grinnin’ like a villain,
Steel tippin’ slabs, chrome twinkle while I’m chillin’,
Sippin’ purple logic, mind sharp, still poetic,
Moves like a ghost, but the bank account kinetic.
Hustle in my veins, I was raised on grind,
Screwed-up tapes play the blueprint in my mind,
No cosign needed, I built from the ground,
Swangin’ through the storm, still holdin’ it down.

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[Hook: 2:28–3:32] – Repeat w/ slight alternation for vocal dynamics

♪ I’m the pulse of H-Town, ridin’ through the flame ♪
♪ Neon signs flash, but I’m stayin’ in lane ♪
♪ Candy paint flowin’, trunk shakin’ right ♪
♪ I run this, run this, Bit’ch All Night — city’s soundbite ♪
♪ Gold grill flashin’, skyline in view ♪
♪ Legacy thick, every bar feel true ♪
♪ From the block to the top, never lose my grip ♪
♪ I run this, run this, City All Night, — never let it slip ♪

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[Verse 2: 3:32–4:36] – Nostalgic and reflective, heavy rhythm with soul

I flip tapes like memories, grain in the dash,
Soul in the speakers, time move but don’t pass,
Gold chains swingin’, like they carry the past,
I shine like Screw when the record spin fast.
This city raised giants, I’m proof in the verse,
Still swervin’ pain, turned the pain into worth,
I ride for the ghosts, I ball for the youth,
H-Town made me, and I’m livin’ the truth.

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[Bridge: 4:36–5:00] – Smooth, spacey, melancholic

I’m hold’s this city down right, keep the sounds ⸻ sound’n right, you see drive’n whip’s around the see chase my tail lights.
Got my chrome kissin’ moonlight,
Screwed-up dreams keep my morals in sight,
Every block I pass holds a story untold,
Beat’s down the block, let’s these boys know
I carry that flame in my trunk of gold.
I’m here to remind these boy I’m not out here just for a show cause I run this city alright…

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[Outro: 5:00–5:24 -Slow fade, chopped echoes]

Yeah… this for the south where the legends glow,
Paint drippin’ truths, let the real ones know,
Woodgrain sermon, bass preachin’ slow,
H-Town pulse — forever in the flow…