From G37 to M4

[Intro]
Key in the dash
One dream, two doors
Same kid, new path
Watch it all transform (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Used to push that G, seat squeak, paint fade
Driving like a wish, road rash on the blade
Parked outside jobs I could barely even stand
Clock in, clock out, gas light, thin plans
Middle of the night, backroads, mind loud
Talking to myself like, “We gon’ make moms proud”
Said I’d level up, they just laughed, “What for?”
Now I hit the button, hear it growl, M4 (skrrt)
[Chorus]
From the G37 to the M4
Same hunger, just a little bit more
Same kid, but I’m walking through a new door
New dash, new badge, what I prayed for (yeah, yeah)
From the G37 to the M4
Same road, but it don’t feel poor
Same sky, but I’m sitting on a new floor
New life, new drive, what I aimed for
[Verse 2]
Old whip had a leak, had a list, had a limp
Every lil’ mile felt heavy like a stint
Turned every breakdown to a blueprint page
Turned every bail-out to a long-term wage
Now I see the gauges glow, red line flirt
Stitching on the seats match the logo on the shirt
Pulled up to the spot they ain’t check me for before
Now they wave at the plates like they know me, “That’s yours?” (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
From the G37 to the M4
Same hunger, just a little bit more
Same kid, but I’m walking through a new door
New dash, new badge, what I prayed for (prayed for)
From the G37 to the M4
Same road, but it don’t feel poor
Same sky, but I’m sitting on a new floor
New life, new drive, what I aimed for
[Bridge]
Funny how a steering wheel feel like a crown
Funny how a test drive turn to a vow
I ain’t flexing just to flex, this a scoreboard
Every mile got a memory I worked for (yeah)
[Chorus]
From the G37 to the M4
Same hunger, just a little bit more
Same kid, but I’m walking through a new door
New dash, new badge, what I prayed for
From the G37 to the M4
Same road, but it don’t feel poor
Same sky, but I’m sitting on a new floor
New life, new drive, what I aimed for

rap, Hard-trap club slapper with male vocals; icy piano stabs over booming sub-bass and crisp hi-hats. Verses stay tight and conversational, then chorus jumps with stacked gang vocals on the hook. Occasional filtered drops on the last bar before each hook for impact, with ad-libs tucked wide in the stereo field to hype the come-up story.