The Chase 2017 Isaidub < 99% Legit >

In the weeks that followed, the radio would pick up other chases, other flashes of reckless language. The city kept turning, indifferent and hungry. The coupe’s dented metal was a private geography of the night’s foolishness, but the story — the chase and the words that came with it — became another city lyric: a thing to retell, to warn with, to romanticize or shake a head at. In the end, “I said dub” was both the claim and the confession: an insistence on winning, even when the road says otherwise.