(Intro)
Yeah…
Midnight garage, sparks in the dark,
Turn the key once—hear the engine bark.
(Verse 1)
Grease on my hands, blueprint mind,
Turbo spooling like a jet behind.
Carbon fiber on the hood, lightweight frame,
Nitrous in the trunk, yeah we play that game.
Chrome on the rims, they spinning like fate,
Lowered suspension, hugging the lane.
ECU flash got the RPM screaming,
Streetlight glow got the whole block dreaming.
Body kit sharp like a razor edge,
Wrap so clean make a painter pledge.
From stock to beast in a couple months,
Now the whole squad pulling up in stunts.
(Pre-Chorus)
Hear the blow-off valve—psshh—when I shift gears,
Quarter mile dash, leave ‘em facing their fears.
From zero to sixty in a blink of an eye,
Tachometer dancing while the sparks fly high.
(Chorus)
Built not bought, yeah we craft that power,
Midnight runs every single hour.
Engines roaring like a thunderstorm,
Custom paint with the flames reborn.
Street kings when the lights turn green,
Living life like a racing scene.
From the shop to the asphalt throne,
Every bolt tightened on our own.
(Verse 2)
Widebody stance with the camber lean,
Underglow shining neon green.
Supercharger whine like a battle cry,
Exhaust too loud when we passing by.
Roll cage welded, safety first,
But adrenaline hitting like a thirst.
Drift through corners, tires scream,
Smoke in the rear like a movie scene.
Hydraulic lift make the frame rise up,
Custom interior stitched in luxe.
Steering wheel suede, grip so tight,
Push to start—ignite the night.
(Bridge)
It ain’t just metal, it’s heart and soul,
Every scar in the paint tells a toll.
From busted knuckles to dyno charts,
Horsepower numbers tearing charts apart.
(Final Chorus)
Built not bought, hear the pistons pound,
Echoes shaking the underground.
Boost turned high, no fear inside,
Fast lane living is how we ride.
When the sunrise hits that chrome,
Every street feel just like home.
Engines roaring, that’s our truth—
Speed is freedom, forever youth.
CyberVex
