High as Gas

[Intro]
Pull up to the pump like (damn)
Card in my hand like (man)
Every single swipe feel wrong
But I still gotta make it back home
[Verse 1]
Three-oh-five for a ride, that was back then
Now it feel like I need credit just to tap in
Boss talk cheap, say "fam, you can manage"
But the bill do damage, same check, more panic
Groceries in the cart look thin, but it's heavy
Price on the milk and the rent both petty
Everybody raised they rate but the pay stuck
Feel like roulette when I fill one tank up
[Chorus]
Gas high, pockets low, how we s'posed to go?
Every number on that screen lookin' like a joke
Everything climbin' but my pay stay flat
(I’m workin' all week and I still fall back)
Gas high, pockets low, how we s'posed to live?
They takin' every dollar that we tryna give
Everything risin', look at that graph
But my wage still sittin' where it been at
[Verse 2]
Burger cost more, same bun, same wrapper
Landlord grinnin', he the only one laughin'
Talkin' 'bout "market, supply, demand"
But I can't afford both gas and a plan
News say "boomin'," who they boomin' for?
I don't see that in my drawer
Got a college bill, got a car note too
Every lil' raise disappear on cue
[Chorus]
Gas high, pockets low, how we s'posed to go?
Every number on that screen lookin' like a joke
Everything climbin' but my pay stay flat
(I’m workin' all week and I still fall back)
Gas high, pockets low, how we s'posed to live?
They takin' every dollar that we tryna give
Everything risin', look at that graph
But my wage still sittin' where it been at
[Bridge]
Swipe once, swipe twice (skrrt)
That receipt ain't nice (uh-uh)
My tank half full
But my stress full price
They say "tighten up your belt"
What belt left?
I been pullin' on this strap
Ain't no room in my check
[Chorus]
Gas high, pockets low, how we s'posed to go?
Every number on that screen lookin' like a joke
Everything climbin' but my pay stay flat
(I’m workin' all week and I still fall back)
Gas high, pockets low, how we s'posed to live?
They takin' every dollar that we tryna give
Everything risin', look at that graph
But my wage still sittin' where it been at

rap, Southern trap bounce with swung hi-hats, thick sub-bass, and detuned bell loop. Male vocals, laid-back but pissed energy, conversational flows on verses; hook is big, chant-ready with stacked gang vocals and ad-libs. Sparse keys in the verses, 808s hit harder on the hook; final chorus adds extra harmonies and ad-lib echoes for a rowdy, anthemic feel., hip-hop