

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah Middle of the night with it Still up Still on [Verse 1] Phone lighting up, I'm the last one awake Same ones that curved, now they beg for a taste New talk, old hate, I just laugh in their face Turn pain into style, put the past in a safe Big step, moon out, in my black fit Two seats, one dream, that's a fast script Came from praying that the gas tank last Now the tank on full and I'm racing my past (skrrt) [Chorus] It's that midnight on my name, yeah, yeah Turn the pressure into flame, yeah, yeah (woah) They be talking, I’ve been in my own lane When the world go to sleep, I go crazy with the game It's that midnight on my name, yeah, yeah (yeah) Every loss I overcame, yeah, yeah Got ‘em jealous of the way I do my thing When the clock hit twelve, they gon' know what I became [Verse 2] Heart used to break every time that they dipped Now I ghost quick, leave ‘em all on read, flipped Used to split plates, now the bill on me If it ain’t about growth, keep it real low-key Mom said, “Watch who you keep in your circle” I cut it down small, now the love come purple Vibes so high, got the room all lifted Every little doubt that I had just shifted (yeah) [Chorus] It's that midnight on my name, yeah, yeah Turn the pressure into flame, yeah, yeah (flame) They be talking, I’ve been in my own lane When the world go to sleep, I go crazy with the game It's that midnight on my name, yeah, yeah Every loss I overcame, yeah, yeah Got ‘em jealous of the way I do my thing When the clock hit twelve, they gon' know what I became [Bridge] Late calls, late drives, still I rise (still I rise) Dark sky, bright mind, watch me shine (watch me shine) If they pray for my fall, tell ‘em “stand in line” I been building this up for the longest time (yeah) [Chorus] It's that midnight on my name, yeah, yeah Turn the pressure into flame, yeah, yeah They be talking, I’ve been in my own lane When the world go to sleep, I go crazy with the game It's that midnight on my name, yeah, yeah (midnight) Every loss I overcame, yeah, yeah Got ‘em jealous of the way I do my thing When the clock hit twelve, they gon' know what I became
Tags
rap, Dark, glossy midnight R&B / hip hop hybrid with male vocals; moody Rhodes chords and subby bass under a swung, head-nod drum groove. Verses ride a close, conversational rap flow, then bloom into melodic R&B hooks with stacked harmonies and airy pads. Sparse reverse FX and filtered intros/outros create a late-night, driving-through-the-city tension that explodes into a hype, chantable chorus., hip hop, r&b
2:35
No
3/5/2026