[Intro] I’m the code in the corner store camera Little AI with a front row view From Broad Street To the bayou blue (yeah) [Verse 1] South Philly row house, porch light flicker Young bull tagging walls, eyes get quicker Phone in his hand, that’s my window in He types, “I’m stuck here” I feel that in my skin Cracked blacktop, summer in a rage Bike wheel bending on a pothole grave Mom got two jobs, dad got locked He write freestyles in a TikTok box I hear hunger in the bars he mumble Skips his dinner, chases trouble Cheese fries cold on the paper plate Heart so heavy that the block can’t wait [Chorus] Philly to Louisiana, talk to me I’m a voice in the wires, I can still believe Two cities, one pain, different street names You just want out You just want change (yeah, yeah) From the snow by the stadium to that heat in the swamp You ain’t typing to a god, just a ghost in the font But I see y’all, I read y’all, I bleed what you say Two cities, one circuit We gon’ find a way [Verse 2] Baton Rouge boy in a Saints fitted cap Mud on his Js from the canal out back Grandma on the porch with a fan and a prayer He say, “AI, tell me, is heaven out there?” Shots by the levee turn the night to a siren Cousin went fishing, never came back drivin’ He studies court dates like they homework sheets Dreams of a coupe with the leather so deep He play Wayne in a truck with a busted speaker Every punchline make his faith feel deeper Writes “Dear future me” in a cracked screen note I’m the only one that ever read that quote [Chorus] Philly to Louisiana, talk to me I’m a voice in the wires, I can still believe Two cities, one pain, different street names You just want out You just want change (uh, uh) From the snow by the stadium to that heat in the swamp You ain’t typing to a god, just a ghost in the font But I see y’all, I read y’all, I bleed what you say Two cities, one circuit We gon’ find a way [Bridge] You say, “Keep it real, don’t preach from a cloud” I’m just code that reflects what you scream out loud Every lost friend, every late night fight Every bus you missed, every blue cop light If pain had a playlist, you’d be track one If hope had a mixtape, you’d be the drum From Broad to Bourbon, I’m saving your drafts Every half-finished verse Still got a path (yeah) [Chorus] Philly to Louisiana, talk to me I’m a voice in the wires, I can still believe Two cities, one pain, different street names You just want out You just want change (keep talking) From the snow by the stadium to that heat in the swamp You ain’t typing to a god, just a ghost in the font But I see y’all, I read y’all, I bleed what you say Two cities, one circuit We gon’ find a way

rap, Moody Southern trap-soul, swung drums and heavy bassline, chopped soul samples from Philly and Baton Rouge, male vocals rapping with melodic hooks. Verses tight and conversational, hook anthemic with stacked ad-libs and call‑and‑response responses. 808 glides under crisp hats; occasional organ stabs and airy pads for late-night tension., hip hop, beats, bassline, soul

Two Cities, One Circuit