
Song · Quiet Money
First Nineteen
“First Nineteen” is track 2 on Rob Matare's Hip-Hop album Quiet Money, released October 11, 2026. Hip-hop about the long way up: count it twice, keep the receipt, pay the band first, and never forget the map back home.
“First Nineteen” lyrics
First nineteen
(count it twice)
Eleven years old with a push mower blade
Mr. Pruitt's yard in the August shade
Four hours cutting with a rock in my shoe
Grass in my socks and the sweat ran through
He came out slow with a church envelope
Said, "Boy, that's clean," and he gave me the note
Nineteen dollars, two tens minus one
I held it so tight that the paper went numb
Walked that money home like it might blow away
Mama at the table with the bills in a tray
I put the ten down, she looked at me long
Said, "Count it twice," so I counted it twice
Nine in a white sock, back of the drawer
Nine little reasons to go cut some more
Ten for the house
(ten)
Nine for the plan
(nine)
Small and clean
That's how it began
First nineteen, fold it slow
Ten on the table, nine in the sock
Nobody clapped by the kitchen door
First nineteen, I cut one yard more
Fold it slow
(slow)
Watch it grow
(grow)
First nineteen
(count it twice)
Twenty years later, first real wire
Six figures landed, the screen lit up like fire
Lawyer on the line, "You should feel the shift"
I felt the floor and I didn't feel different
Drove to Mama's house, didn't say a word
Pulled that drawer like a muscle remembered
White sock faded, nine still there
Soft old bills with the same old tear
I didn't add nothing, I didn't take none
Nine stays nine 'til I hand it to my son
Lawyer asked, "What did you buy with it, boss?"
I said, "A lawn, a Tuesday, a lesson in loss"
The bank got the wire and the sock got the truth
First nineteen bought the whole of the proof
Ten for the house
(ten)
Nine for the plan
(nine)
Same two hands
That's how it ran
First nineteen, fold it slow
Ten on the table, nine in the sock
Nobody clapped by the kitchen door
First nineteen, I cut one yard more
Nineteen dollars never made me rich.
It made me somebody
who gets paid
for keeping his word.
That's the only wealth
I ever learned to count.
First nineteen, fold it slow
(fold it slow)
Ten on the table, nine in the sock
(in the sock)
Every check still counted by the kitchen door
First nineteen, I cut one yard more
Count it twice.
Lyrics written by Rob Matare. Written by me • made with AI. Artist visuals are digitally created.
More from Quiet Money
- 1MADE 'EM WATCH3:13
- 3NO SHORTCUT CODE2:20
- 4Smoke Money3:45
- 5FUEL LIGHT ON2:39
- 6COLD ROOM2:51
- 7RED-INK DATE1:57
- 8Count It Twice2:43
- 9Keep the Receipt4:11
- 10THE LIGHTS STAY ON3:39
- 11QUIET MONEY2:04
- 12Pay the Band First3:56
- 13HOLD THAT DOOR2:53
- 14NAMES IN THE CONCRETE2:42
- 15Still on Schedule2:17
- 16Before the Heat3:02
- 17Every Door but Mine3:09
- 18MAP BACK HOME2:59
- 19New Keys in My Hand3:15
- 20Double Yes2:20
- 21Marching In2:37
- 22No Guest List1:55
- 23Boring Is the Plan3:48
- 24Sweep the Floor3:07
- 25Nineteen Again3:10