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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
Details
GeneratedFeb 20, 2026
Duration3:28
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Dark melodic trap-house hybrid with two male vocals trading 8-bar verses. Murky synth pads and airy bells over a sliding bass, tight hi-hats, and punchy kicks. First verse in a lower, gritty tone; second verse sharper and more animated. Hook explodes with stacked chants, distorted backing shouts, and a filtered house-style drum switch on the last hook for a lift. Ad-libs tucked wide in the mix, deep reverb on key lines for drama., beats, male vocals
Credits
Prompt by
Hero_404
Hero_404ModelAria v5
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
