[Verse] Pulled up on the block, that first ride, no lie, Rust in the frame, but it caught my eye, Radio busted, but the bass still thumped, Every red light, man, that engine jumped. Neighbors laughin’, say it won’t last long, But I knew that car was my first strong song, Struggled up hills, smoke in the sky, But I held the wheel like a king doin’ high. [Pre-Chorus] Every breakdown, every stall, Taught me rise when I hit that wall, From that porch talk to the battle scars, That car was mine, made me who I are. [Chorus] First car, first fight, broke down in the dead of night, But I kept pushin’, never lost my drive, Hard knocks made me come alive. First car, first fight, busted up but I held tight, That ride might’ve failed, but I’m built to survive, Street lessons taught me to thrive. [Verse] Hood up, smoke cloud, but I’m feelin' bold, Starter’s weak but my story’s gold, Jacked up beat, wheels spinning slow, Grinding gears, but I’m ready to go. Told the crew, “This one’s mine to fix,” Patchin’ up dreams, no room for tricks. From porch to pavement, my roots run deep, That first car grind, made promises I keep. [Pre-Chorus] Every breakdown, every stall, Taught me rise when I hit that wall, From that porch talk to the battle scars, That car was mine, made me who I are. [Chorus] First car, first fight, broke down in the dead of night, But I kept pushin’, never lost my drive, Hard knocks made me come alive. First car, first fight, busted up but I held tight, That ride might’ve failed, but I’m built to survive, Street lessons taught me to thrive. [Bridge] Look back now, I see the scars, Every mile was worth the war, From broke lines to city stars, That first ride showed me who I are. No diamond shine, just grit and grind, Lessons learned on every climb, From porch talks to big city scars, That broken car set the bars. [Chorus] First car, first fight, broke down in the dead of night, But I kept pushin’, never lost my drive, Hard knocks made me come alive. First car, first fight, busted up but I held tight, That ride might’ve failed, but I’m built to survive, Street lessons taught me to thrive. [Outro] Yeah, that first car, yeah, that first fight, Still rollin’ heavy through the darkest night, From the porch, from the grind, That broken ride was always mine.