Track Drift Bassline

[Intro] Canadian Productions [Verse 1] Slick tires kiss the asphalt, smoke in the rearview, Driftin’ round the track, got the city in a headlock. Bassline thumps like a heartbeat, raw and unchecked, Gutter talk, chrome wheels, respect’s what I collect. Grip the wheel, no fear, let the rhythm take control, Neon lights blur past, speed’s diggin’ in my soul. Gangster vibe, low ride, speakers crack the code, Every lap’s a story, every turn’s a loaded ode. [Chorus] Driftin’ on the edge where the bassline never dies, Track’s my kingdom, blacktop under b***d-red skies. Rumble in the concrete, rebel with a cause, Gangster rap symphony—engine’s my applause. [Verse 2] Shadow on the tarmac, pistons preach the law, Burn rubber, write my name in every scar I claw. Bass drops heavy, shakes the chains off the night, Speed demon’s anthem, blacked-out in the streetlight. Money in the mirror, but the chase is what I crave, Synthwave dreams melt into the rap I engrave. No brakes, no fakes, just the rhythm in my veins, Driftin’ till the tank’s dry, legacy remains. [Bridge] Engine revs red line “Ayy, ride or die—this track’s my confession… Bassline’s the judge, I’m speed’s obsession.” [Outro]