Same Block, Different Battles by Hero_404 - Zona

Same Block, Different Battles

Track · Feb 20, 2026 · English

Same Block, Different Battles

Hero_404

Duration

3:28

Language

English

Lyrics

[Intro]

Yeah

Same block

Different scars

We up

[Verse 1]

Couch-surf kid, I was waitin’ on a wire tap

Mama in the kitchen, turnin’ pennies into five packs

Scale on the Bible, I was sinnin’ where I slept at

Judge gave my brother ten, I ain’t never get him back

Shootouts at the bus stop, glass in my backpack

Learned how to hustle off a convo in a hatchback

First lil’ flip, felt the money like a flashback

Now I’m countin’ zeros, but I still feel the flashbangs

Cold nights, hoodie tight, prayin’ for a change

Friends shift, funds flip, everything strange

I was tryna dodge fate, leanin’ on the rage

Now I’m screamin’ “From the gutter” every time I hit the stage (from the gutter)

[Chorus]

Same block, different battles

Same pain, different tattos

Tryna make it out the gravel

Turn the loss into a castle

We was fightin’ just to eat

Now we fightin’ for a seat

Came from nothin’, that was us

Now we runnin’ up the bucks (run it up)

Same block, different battles

But we both tryna break them shackles

Tryna make it out the gutters

Turn the grief into somethin’ that’ll cover our mothers

[Verse 2]

I was in the trap house, sleepin’ by the front door

Addy on my phone, just a ping for another score

Uncle caught a case, never made it to the uproar

Now I keep a lawyer on the line like a love whore

School skipped, blue strips, ruined all my youth

Every time I hit a lick, felt closer to the truth

Homie died on a play, wrong place, wrong roof

Now his face in my chain, every shine feelin’ cruel

I ain’t had a bedframe, mattress on the floor

Now it’s flights overseas, carpets on the shore

We both came up dirty, both prayed for more

Your block, my block, same war, new door

[Chorus]

Same block, different battles

Same pain, different tattos

Tryna make it out the gravel

Turn the loss into a castle

We was fightin’ just to eat

Now we fightin’ for a seat

Came from nothin’, that was us

Now we runnin’ up the bucks (yeah)

Same block, different battles

But we both tryna break them shackles

Tryna make it out the gutters

Turn the grief into somethin’ that’ll cover our mothers

[Bridge]

You had a pops in the cell

I had a mom in the scale

You had a plug on the pills

I had a line for the mail

Two roads, same hell

Two prayers, one yell

We both bled in the rain

Chasin’ heaven from a jail

[Chorus]

Same block, different battles

Same pain, different tattos

Tryna make it out the gravel

Turn the loss into a castle

We was fightin’ just to eat

Now we fightin’ for a seat (for a seat)

Came from nothin’, that was us

Now we runnin’ up the bucks (run it up, run it up)

Same block, different battles

But we both tryna break them shackles

Made it outta them gutters

Now the whole hood lookin’ at us like brothers

Style

rapdark melodic trap-house hybrid with two male vocals trading 8-bar verses. murky synth pads and airy bells over a sliding basstight hi-hatsand punchy kicks. first verse in a lowergritty tone; second verse sharper and more animated. hook explodes with stacked chantsdistorted backing shoutsand a filtered house-style drum switch on the last hook for a lift. ad-libs tucked wide in the mixdeep reverb on key lines for drama.beatsmale vocals

Prompt

A explicit trap song with two male vocals rapping about their similar but different lifestyles growing up on the streets trying to make it out the gutters, of gains and loss, rap, trap, beats, house

Credits

Prompt by

Hero_404

GeneratedFeb 20, 2026

ModelAria v5