Garage Full of Legends

[Intro]
Keys on the hook
Grease on my shirt
Whole block look
Like a dealership lot (hey!)
[Verse 1]
Toyota trunk stuffed, ramen in the backseat
Honda on the corner doin’ laps up the backstreets
Nissan with the neon, cousin in the Mazda
Lexus in the driveway, sittin’ like a pastor
Subaru stickers, dogs in the crate
Mitsu with the turbo, late to the date
Pull up to the curb, crowd yelling “who that?”
Whole crew parked up, looking like a car ad (yeah)
[Chorus]
Garage full of legends, every logo, every name
From the budget little beater to the top of the chain
We just ride what we ride, let the neighbors complain
Garage full of legends, every badge, every flame (woo)
[Verse 2]
BMW flex, leather smell in the summer
Mercedes on Sunday, church fit, stunner
Audi on the roundabout, quiet but it flies
Porsche on the backroad, vanish in a blink of an eye
Old Ford rustin’, still start when it’s cold
Tesla on the charger, future in the mode
Chevy with the flags, burnouts on the street
Caddy sittin’ plush, big uncle in the seat
[Chorus]
Garage full of legends, every logo, every name
From the budget little beater to the top of the chain
We just ride what we ride, let the neighbors complain
Garage full of legends, every badge, every flame (yeah, yeah)
[Bridge]
Jeep in the mud, doors off, that’s freedom
Hyundai in the lot, new paint, go see ’em
Kia on the commute, coffee in the cup
Jag and a Rover when the big checks up
Fiat in the alley, squeeze where it fit
Ferrari on the poster, dreamin’ like a kid
Bull on the hood, can’t spell it but I know
One day on the title, that’s the way it go (hey!)
[Chorus]
Garage full of legends, every logo, every name
From the budget little beater to the top of the chain
We just ride what we ride, let the neighbors complain
Garage full of legends, every badge, every flame (garage full of legends)

rap, Greasy funk-rap cypher over a rubbery slap bass and crisp drums, male vocals swaggering in the pocket. Verses ride tight syncopation with guitar scratches and organ stabs; hook explodes with gang vocals and octave doubles. Add talkbox dubs on the title line, small horn punches on turnarounds, and a breakdown where the bass gets extra nasty before the final chorus., funk