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Midnight Credit
Hip-Hop/Rap
Midnight Credit was released on May 31, 2026 by 9345886 Records DK as a part of the album Golden child
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Release DateMay 31, 2026
Label9345886 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Vice Gram
Vice Gram
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vice Gram
Vice Gram
Songwriter
Jaden n marshall
Jaden n marshall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Too Cold Productions
Too Cold Productions
Producer

Lyrics

Vice too cold
Yeah
Midnight hit different when the pain still pending
Ayy
Golden Child
For real
Midnight credit, I pay pain with the scars on me
Bad bitch callin, say she hate when I leave
I don't need love, I need space, I need keys
Black truck outside with the smoke in the seats
Midnight credit, whole life on charge
I was down bad, now the whip push start
Vice don't sleep, I just bleed through bars
I don't chase hearts, I chase blacked-out cars
Phone on mute, but the past still ring
Ex keep textin, I don't feel that sting
I been too gone tryna build my thing
Gold on my neck, but the mind still mean
She want closure, I want new tires
She want love, I want blue faces higher
I got mud in the cup and a room full of liars
I got pain in the hook, make the whole track fire
I don't do begging, I don't do soft
I done lost too much just to care what it cost
Fit all black, let the chain talk gloss
I walk in quiet, make the whole room pause
She got ass, attitude, and a lip gloss shine
Told her don't fall, I ain't built that kind
She still pull up when it's after nine
Say she hate my ways, but she love my grind
Late night swervin, thoughts too loud
Too many fake ones tryna come around
I was broke as fuck, now the bassline pound
And the same hoes watch when I step in town
I don't post pain, I just turn that shit profit
New bag came in, had to stuff that closet
If it ain't cash, don't bring that topic
If it ain't real, don't call me toxic
Midnight credit, I pay pain with the scars on me
Bad bitch callin, say she hate when I leave
I don't need love, I need space, I need keys
Black truck outside with the smoke in the seats
Midnight credit, whole life on charge
I was down bad, now the whip push start
Vice don't sleep, I just bleed through bars
I don't chase hearts, I chase blacked-out cars
I got receipts for the nights I survived
Pain got taxed, but the boy still alive
Dark-ass tint when the whip slide by
I don't look back, I let dead shit die
She want time, I'm like"Baby, that's expensive"
I been cold, I been distant, I been senseless
She say I'm heartless, I say I'm defensive
I don't trust pretty when the motive look rented
Backseat smoke, got her hand on my belt
I'm fucked up, but I know myself
She want feelings, I want more wealth
I can't save her, I'm still in hell
Golden Child, but the child got damaged
Turned bad luck into rich boy habits
Turned heartbreak into high-end fabric
Turned late nights into bank account magic
I got one eye open when the room too sweet
I got new gold armor, old blood underneath
I got money in motion, still no damn peace
I got hoes in my phone, but the grind got me leashed
Vice too cold, I don't thaw for attention
I don't fall for the love with a price in the sentence
Everybody real till the cash get mentioned
Midnight credit, I paid my admission
Midnight calls, I don't pick up
Old pain, new wrist, big truck
Bad love, good drugs, mixed up
Still me, still cold, still stuck
Midnight calls, I don't pick up
Old pain, new wrist, big truck
Golden Child, but the shine came rough
I survived this shit, that's enough
Midnight credit, I pay pain with the scars on me
Bad bitch callin, say she hate when I leave
I don't need love, I need space, I need keys
Black truck outside with the smoke in the seats
Midnight credit, whole life on charge
I was down bad, now the whip push start
Vice don't sleep, I just bleed through bars
I don't chase hearts, I chase blacked-out cars
Written by: Jaden n marshall, Vice Gram
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