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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Got my keys on a carabiner
Grease on my hands, still a dreamer
Late night runs to the parts store
I’m in the bay till my back’s sore
Phone out, they say “you just pose”
Laugh at the pics, they don’t know
Every spec, every torque, every line
I built this thing with my bare spine
[Chorus]
Real as the rubber on the road I ride
Real as the callus on my hand tonight
They see a face, they don’t see the grind
You don’t know me, you don’t know my drive
Real as the rubber on the road I ride
Real as the hours that I sacrifice
You see a girl, I see a finish line
You don’t know me, you don’t know my drive (my drive)
[Verse 2]
Scroll past clips of the fake talk
Same three stats, same staged walk
Say they “love speed” but they flinch smoke
I hear one rev and I know it’s a joke
You ask “who tuned it for you?”
Like I ain’t under that hood too
Got scars on my arm from the last swap
Say my name when the light drops
[Chorus]
Real as the rubber on the road I ride
Real as the callus on my hand tonight
They see a face, they don’t see the grind
You don’t know me, you don’t know my drive
Real as the rubber on the road I ride
Real as the hours that I sacrifice
You see a girl, I see a finish line
You don’t know me, you don’t know my drive
[Rap – Male Feature]
Pulled up talkin’ like she just a prop in the frame
Til she pop the hood, now they all droppin’ their claims
She got numbers in her notes, tire pressures, gains
You got filters, she got fuel maps locked in her brain
You was laughin’ at her nails, she was gapin’ your time
You was talkin’ ‘bout her body, she was dialin’ in lines
Ain’t a trend, it’s a lifestyle, late nights, grime
Y’all cosplay, she the blueprint, read that sign
Ask her “who taught you?” — experience did
From the scrap yard hustle to the first big win
So when you doubt her, you just tell on yourself
‘Cause a real car girl never need your help (nah)
[Bridge]
Don’t call me “baby” at the meet
Call me by the plate you can’t beat
Say my lap, say my lane, say my time
If you can’t, then get out of my light
[Chorus]
Real as the rubber on the road I ride
Real as the callus on my hand tonight
They see a face, they don’t see the grind
You don’t know me, you don’t know my drive
Real as the rubber on the road I ride
Real as the hours that I sacrifice
You see a girl, I see a finish line
You don’t know me, you don’t know my drive (my drive)
Details
GeneratedFeb 11, 2026
Duration3:04
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Silky R&B over a punchy, ethereal beat at 100 BPM: airy pads, soft bell plucks, warm sub, and tight rimshots. Female vocals lead—smoky low register on verses, floating head voice on the hook, stacked harmonies on the title line. Male rap feature drops in with a slightly darker filter and drier vocal, then beat swells back with reverb throws into the final hook. Subtle reverse fx and distant vocal chops between sections to keep it hypnotic., fake, female vocals, r&b
Credits
Prompt by
Iconic
IconicModelAria v5
Prompt
About car girls not being recognized especially because of men and fake car girls. R&B style with punchy, ethereal beat. Female vocals. 100bpm tempo. Male feature rap section
