Midwest Sildin

Lyrics

(Intro)

(Ayy, ayy)
Late nights, cold streets (brrr)
Midwest vibez, you know the business
(808 knockin’)
Yeah… slide time

(Verse 1)

(Rapper 1:)

Snow on the ground, but the whip too hot (skrrt)
Tinted-out ride when we bend that block
City lights glow through the cigarette smoke
Everybody tough till the pressure get close

(Rapper 2:)

I was raised where the cold wind bite (brrr)
Young boys outside tryna earn them stripes
Fast talk slick, but the streets know truth
Real ones move silent when they hoppin’ out coupes

(Rapper 1:)

Northside nights got my heart all froze
Seen too many bros turn ghosts for gold
Now it’s all black hoodies and dark-tint glass
Keep one eye open when I’m slidin’ past

(Rapper 2:)

Engine growl loud with the bassline hittin’
Everybody outside know exactly who spinnin’ (who?)
Midwest grind, yeah the hustle relentless
Made pain look cool now the city resent us

(Chorus 1)

Midwest slidin’, late-night ridin’ (skrrt skrrt)
Cold world livin’, survival the science
All black fit with the gloves on tight
Moonlight gleam off the steel at night
Midwest slidin’, hearts on froze
Lost too many to these backdoor roads
Still ten toes when the tension rise
Through the smoke and snow, we still outside

(Verse 2)

(Rapper 1:)

Rain hit the windshield, beat too dark
Roll another wood while I stare through sparks
Police lights flash in the rearview slow
But we came from trenches they’ll never know

(Rapper 2:)

Mama kept praying I would leave them streets
But them hungry nights made a beast out me (facts)
Now the whole squad deep in coordinated fits
While the 808 slam make the whole trunk kick

(Rapper 1:)

I done seen fake love turn envy real fast
Now I move low-key with my foot on gas
Every alley got a story, every block got scars
Every dead-end road made ambitious stars

(Rapper 2:)

And the opps still talking through them internet posts
Till the blacked-out truck roll up like ghosts (boom)
Middle of the winter with revenge in my lungs
Still yelling Midwest till my day done

(Chorus 2)

Midwest slidin’, city on hush (hush)
Cold air blowing while the tires crunch
Everybody lurking when the nightfall hit
Streetlights flicker on some grimey shit
Midwest slidin’, pain in the beat
808 crying through the whole backseat
Can’t trust smiles when the snakes all near
So we ride through storms with no fear

(Verse 3)

(Rapper 1:)

Late-night diner with the coffee cup steam
Thinking how the hood kill childhood dreams
Everybody chasing fast cash and fame
Till memorial shirts got another name

(Rapper 2:)

I still hear sirens when I sleep at night
Still clutch tight when I’m stopped at lights
The trenches taught me every lesson in blood
You either sink real fast or rise above

(Rapper 1:)

Black Air Forces on the snow-covered curb
Neighborhood cold but the hustle preserved
I turned pain into bars and bars into checks
Now the whole Midwest got respect on my set

(Rapper 2:)

Rapid-fire flow while the hi-hats dance
Still ducking bad vibes and second chances
Ain’t no peace in the land where we from
But the bassline shake like a war drum

(Chorus 3)

Midwest slidin’, all through the storm
Young wolves outside trying to keep warm
Trench coat hanging while the night breeze blow
Everybody dangerous when survival all they know
Midwest slidin’, through the freezing rain
Still carrying trauma and street-code pain
But the grind stay alive in the coldest nights
That’s why the whole damn city move right
(Verse 4)

(Rapper 1:)

Sunrise creeping while the block still active
Young boys hungry and the vibes dramatic
I just pray we make it through another week
Seen real killers cry when they too deep

(Rapper 2:)

But we still outside with ambition and scars
Turning Midwest pain into superstar bars
Every snowfall remind me where I began
Cold-hearted hustler with a mic in my hand

(Rapper 1:)

From the muddy backroads to the downtown lights
We done made nightmares look cinematic right
Still hearing whispers from the ones we lost
Every victory came with a heavy cost

(Rapper 2:)

Now the beat fade slow while the moon sit high
Whole city quiet when them engines glide
And if they ever speak on the life we lived
Tell ‘em Midwest slidin’ is as real as it get

(Chorus 4)

Midwest slidin’, final ride flow (ride flow)
Cold hearts shining through the falling snow
All black convoy through the avenue deep
While the whole damn city barely sleep
Midwest slidin’, forever we roam
Trying to find peace while surviving the cold
Through every dark night and every hard mile
We kept that Midwest spirit alive