Midnight Run

Yeah

Long day

Still going

Listen

I was broke on the weekday

Counting coins in a ashtray

Mama praying in the kitchen light

Told me "make a way, don’t just wish it right"

So I took that bus, two transfers

Headphones on, scribbling answers

Every L that I took, turned to language

Every scar on my name, turned to canvas

This that midnight run

Heart beat drums, I don’t ever run from it

Turn that pain to a check

Every setback, I just gotta stunt on it

From the dirt, I rose

Yeah, I rose, still got mud on my kicks

This that midnight run

Whole new script from the same old bricks

Had friends turn ghost when I leveled

Said I changed, nah, I wrestled with the devil

In my head, in my phone, in the mirror

Cleared my page, made the vision way clearer

Now I move with a small squad

Three deep, that’s a tripod

One ride, we all ride, that’s law

Talk cheap, but the grind talk raw