DAY SHIFT(LSSH

Sun up…
Garage doors rollin’…
Same crew, different grind.
LSSH.


Daylight shining on the chrome and paint,
Hands stay dirty but the vision ain’t,
From busted parts to something great,
Street Huligans build what others hate.
Engines torn down, dreams go up,
Coffee cold but the boost stay up,
We don’t rush fate, we trust our gut,
LSSH—yeah we wrench for love.


Morning sun hit the hood just right,
Jack stands up, yeah it’s build-time,
Music loud, garage smell like fuel,
Every mistake turn into a tool.
Torque wrench click, that’s a heartbeat sound,
Old parts stacked when the new ones mount,
Laugh through stress, yeah we earn that pride,
Every bolt tightened side by side.


One on wiring, one on the tune,
Someone yelling “yo pass that tool,”
Knuckles scraped but nobody quit,
We all locked in on the same vision.
Paint still drying, stance too clean,
Sun reflecting off the turbine sheen,
This ain’t just cars, it’s therapy,
Turning broken steel into destiny.


Daylight shining on the chrome and paint,
Hands stay dirty but the vision ain’t,
From busted parts to something great,
Street Huligans build what others hate.
Engines torn down, dreams go up,
Coffee cold but the boost stay up,
We don’t rush fate, we trust our gut,
LSSH—yeah we wrench for love.


Family ain’t blood, it’s who show up,
When the motor fail, still hold you up,
If one win, then we all win,
That’s the code we all locked in.


By afternoon, first start loud,
Engine cough then it smooth right out,
High fives, smiles, moment feel big,
That first rev hit like we just got rich.
Sunset creeping, tools go down,
Wipe hands clean, roll cars out town,
From daylight grind to night-time runs,
Same Street Huligans—mission done.


Day shift over, keys in hand,
Built with heart, not factory plans,
When they ask who made it stand,
LSSH—we the ones who can. For the Ride.🔧🏁

rap, trap, Like a fast and furious song