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(yeah) (9W) (uh)
9W, northbound, quarter tank (go!)
Notebook on the dash, that's the only thing I bank (go!)
Bridge toll, five, and I paid it with the change
Newburgh on my back, put respect up on the name
9W, northbound, windows cracked (go!)
Everything I wrote down, I'ma bring it all back
Clock in ten at night off 17K
Scan gun in my hand, that's eleven hours of "okay"
Break at two, fifteen minutes, that's a verse and a half
Wrote it on a pallet tag, supervisor had to laugh
Mama lift strangers out the bed for a living
Home health, twelve an hour, that's the math I was given
So don't tell me 'bout a chain, tell me what the chain cost
Tell me who was at the crib when the lights went off
Broadway wide as a runway, nothing taking off
Half the storefronts papered up, the other half is pawn
I ain't mad at the city, I'm mad at the split
They sold the river view and left us with the rent
9W, northbound, quarter tank (go!)
Notebook on the dash, that's the only thing I bank (go!)
Bridge toll, five, and I paid it with the change
Newburgh on my back, put respect up on the name
I count everything, that's the curse and the gift (count it)
Forty-one stairs at the crib, one light on the fritz
Two jobs on my cousin, three kids on my sis
Four hundred for the studio, I split it with Chris
They want the flex, I got receipts in a shoebox
Light bill, toll tags, pawn slip for the boombox
Got it back in March, that's the first thing I bought
Second thing was mama's tires. Third? I forgot (nah, I ain't forget)
Third was this notebook, black and white, wide ruled
Every page a dollar that I never gave to fools
You can keep the corner office, I'm a corner of the page
Where the ink run out is where I get paid
Beacon side got the galleries.
We got the view of the galleries.
(Same river.)
9W, northbound, quarter tank (go!)
Notebook on the dash, that's the only thing I bank (go!)
Bridge toll, five, and I paid it with the change
Newburgh on my back, put respect up on the name
9W, northbound, windows cracked (go!)
Everything I wrote down, I just brought it all back
Hudson Valley storyteller. Substance trap with introspective gravity — bars that read like personal journal entries over 808s. Fictional original recording-artist character not based on any real person.