Rookie To Legend

[Verse 1]
Started on fumes
Half-torn shoes, cracked helmet, bad news
One racer, one rookie in the back row
Gas station coffee, pockets on zero
I was chalk on the blacktop
You were stars on the laptop
Said, “One day, they’ll chant our names”
I just laughed, then I lit that flame
[Chorus]
From rookie to legend, we rose from the dead end
Lap after lap, every scar was a weapon
One racer, one rookie, now the crowd’s all screaming
We were stuck in the dust, now the sky’s our ceiling
(yeah, we meant it)
From rookie to legend, we rewrote the ending
Started at the bottom, now the curve keeps bending
One racer, one rookie, that was all we needed
Till the doubt, till the fear, till the track got defeated
[Verse 2]
You: shaking on the start line, grip too tight
Me: yelling, “Breathe, this is our night” (hey!)
You missed gears, tears in your rearview
I took hits, crashed just to clear you
Pit talk, dirt on the face shield
We split meals on the infield
They said, “Pick one, only one survives”
But we shared one heart, two different drives
[Chorus]
From rookie to legend, we rose from the dead end
Lap after lap, every scar was a weapon
One racer, one rookie, now the crowd’s all screaming
We were stuck in the dust, now the sky’s our ceiling
(keep speeding)
From rookie to legend, we rewrote the ending
Started at the bottom, now the curve keeps bending
One racer, one rookie, that was all we needed
Turn by turn, year by year, every doubt got deleted
[Bridge]
Remember cold nights
Counting loose change for the entry price
Remember slow karts
Hand-me-down suits, but we had heart (oh yeah)
Now the lights flash
Name on the banner, confetti crash
I look left, you look right
Two helmets raised in the same bright light
[Chorus]
From rookie to legend, we rose from the dead end
Lap after lap, every scar was a weapon
One racer, one rookie, now the world’s all leaning
To the edge of their seats just to watch us dreaming
(we’re still dreaming)
From rookie to legend, we guard what we started
Every win, every loss, every bruise on the target
One racer, one rookie, that became our anthem
From the bottom of the grid to the throne we’re standing

rap, Cinematic hip-hop duet with male and female vocals trading lines; ominous piano and airy pads in the verses, low 808s and sparse trap drums building tension. Hook explodes with layered call-and-response vocals, wide reverb, and choir stabs for that “from the gutter to the podium” feeling. Subtle risers and filtered drums push each section toward a triumphant, chest-thumping final chorus., inspiring, hip hop