Midnight On The Asphalt
Lyrics
Intro
[beat pulsing, crowd murmur, distant siren]
Yeah
Midnight on the asphalt
Whole city breathin’ heavy
Verse 1 – RICO (deep, calm menace)
Name RICO
Big wrist, big ego
Chrome thing tucked
In the seat of the eco
Turned that Prius
To a ghost in a reload
Slide through suburbs
Treat a gate like a peephole
Black suit, ski mask
Hands clean, green dirty
Countin’ bands at 3 a.m.
Up since 4:30
Plain face Patek
Never post, I’m present
Every street corner
Got my face in a sentence
Blue bills, blue steel
Same color decision
Either cash out the crib
Or you crash on collision
Hit a lick at the bank
Smirk under the camera
Walked out yawning
Whole lobby in panic
Chorus – RICO + Crew
We rich, we wrong, we ruthless
Bad habits, bad girls, new whips
Whole block know how the crew flex
From the club to the safe to the duplex
Big guns, big cash, big sin
Never ask how the squad get in
This that midnight on the asphalt
Play hero, that’s your last walk
[Verse 2 – BLAZE (nasal, wired, party tone)]
BLAZE in the rave
Two tabs on my tongue
VIP smoke thick
Like a lung came undone
Shorty in latex
Ask me what the safe do
Told her, “If it had a mouth
It would thank you”
Laser on the waist
Strobe on the ceiling
Whole room spinnin’
But the aim stay stillin’
Sparkles on bottles
She bend like a comma
Put her face in the bills
Like she sniffin’ a comma
Vendor for vices
What you want, I got options
From the stage to the stalls
It’s an auction
Throw a stack on the floor
Watch the crowd turn piranha
Booty bouncin’ like a check
In Havana
Wrist icy in the heat
That’s a brain freeze
Foreign parked sideways
Like it can’t breathe
Red key, red seats
Red painted hood
If the dash flash blue
Hit the backstreets, good
Pre-Chorus – BLAZE
Rave lights, gun lights
Same color sometimes
Told mama I’d chill
But I live on a frontline
Tryna pray in a world
Where the sins pay quick
If heaven got a bouncer
He gon’ take this wrist
Chorus – RICO + BLAZE
We rich, we wrong, we ruthless
Bad habits, bad girls, new whips
Whole block know how the crew flex
From the club to the safe to the duplex
Big guns, big cash, big sin
Never ask how the squad get in
This that midnight on the asphalt
Play hero, that’s your last walk
Verse 3 – GHOST (low, whispery, cold)
They call me GHOST
I don’t leave no echo
Face in the shadows
Chain say “Let go”
Silencer sittin’
Like a finger on lips
One pop, drop
Whole story get clipped
Slide by your condo
Quiet like karma
Tap on your glass
That ain’t hail, that’s a warning
Glovebox Bible
Page cut full powder
Heaven on the dash
Hell up in the chowder
I rob rich when I’m bored
Call it art, not crime
Gallery of safe doors
Open in my mind
Diamond teeth shining
While I’m crackin’ a vault
Every click in the lock
Like a praise to the fault
Got six passports
Seven different alibis
Even my shadow
Got a stand-in guy
If I text one word
Whole block go mute
I ain’t even on the board
But they move when I shoot
[Verse 4 – COP 1: DETECTIVE KLINE (clipped, tired, gravelly)]
Name’s KLINE
Plain tie,