

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] It’s Wednesday night and the house lights low Kids in bed, I got a long way to go Boots on the carpet, headset tight Loggin’ in with the boys for a make‑believe fight John’s too fast, says we need to catch up Time to pit, can’t fuck up That car on the track ain’t High Rize this time It’s a cold little ghost holdin’ his line [Chorus] Wednesday on 570 race night Ain’t a bar, but it’ll have to do I ain’t chasin’ fences, just a line through the bend Tryna shake the day off before it starts again If I spin, well, I’ll just laugh it through That’s life on 570 race night [Verse 2] David’s got that double‑flag grin Says he’s half up north, half way back again Talks kinda quiet, like he’s got a wire tapped in Hell, he might be watchin’ more than just the race we’re in Jeremiah’s late, says the oven died But he’ll fix it, then he’ll take his ride Got a fridge on a dolly in the kitchen hall And a bright red dream sittin’ in his garage stall (hey) [Chorus] Wednesday nights with the 570 crew Ain’t a bar, but it’ll have to do I ain’t chasin’ fences, just a line through the bend Tryna shake the day off before it starts again If I spin, well, I’ll just laugh it through That’s life with the 570 crew [Bridge] Momma says “go on, I’ll tuck ‘em in” “You been workin’ all week, boy, try to get a win” So I kiss her goodnight, close the bedroom door Then I’m right back talkin’ to the same old four Edwin is already loud on the old voice chat Calls you a motherfucker, cocksucker, and that’s just that You laugh ‘cause you know that’s his twisted grace Like a slap on the back in this plastic place (oh yeah) [Verse 3] Grid’s all set and my hands get tight Heart beats hard for a fake little fight ‘Cause first turn comes like a heart attack When that orange McLaren’s breathin’ down your back If he’s in the mirrors, better say your prayers He’ll dive so deep, you’ll be chokin’ on air Might be pixels, might be pride Either way, you better go wide [Chorus] Wednesday nights with the 570 crew Ain’t a bar, but it’ll have to do I ain’t chasin’ fences, just a line through the bend Tryna shake the day off before it starts again If I spin, well, I’ll just laugh it through That’s life with the 570 crew [Outro] Someday these hands won’t hold this wheel Someday this all won’t feel so real But until that checkered flag comes due I’ll be here on Wednesday With the 570 crew
Tags
Deep gangster trap rap
3:06
No
3/30/2026