Track · Feb 20, 2026 · English

Gas Money & Battle Scars

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3:14

Language

English

Lyrics

[Intro]

Backseat dreams in a two-door

Seatbelt stuck, but we still soar

Mama praying that I get home

I was out there tryna get known (yeah)

[Verse 1]

Lunch card empty, but my head full

Writing rhymes on the bus, that was dead pull

Cousin hit my phone, said he just lost ten

Said the judge gave a number, not a second chance again

Sirens sang over every conversation

Helicopters tracing our imagination

We learned math using rent and the light bill

Counted every blessing, counted every white pill

Uncle on the couch, talking ’bout his old team

How they had the park locked, then they lost steam

I saw kingdoms built right on quicksand

Saw a handshake mean more than a wristband

[Chorus]

From the cracks in the pavement, we rose up slow

Every “no” that they gave us made the roots just grow

Got gas money and battle scars, that’s my chain

I carry every street, every name, every pain

We bend, we don’t break

Put my loyalty on faith, not fame

I carry every street, every name, every pain

[Verse 2]

Homie caught a case just for saving face

All he wanted was some credit in a faithless place

Now his daughter draw hearts in the visiting room

While the clock play tunes ’bout forbidden youth

Teacher said I’d be gone by the summer

Said my grades look cold, heart getting number

I was scribbling a plan in the margins

Turn my whole hood’s losses into margins

Funerals on Fridays, hoodies on the pews

Black suits blending in with the church shoes

We don’t cry long, we just grit jaw

’Cause the kids still need dinner when you miss calls

Still split plates when the rent late

Still hug tight when the world hate

I seen killers leave flowers on the blocks they stained

Even wolves need grace when they walk through rain

[Chorus]

From the cracks in the pavement, we rose up slow

Every “no” that they gave us made the roots just grow

Got gas money and battle scars, that’s my chain

I carry every street, every name, every pain

We bend, we don’t break

Put my loyalty on faith, not fame

I carry every street, every name, every pain

[Bridge]

Who gon’ speak when the cameras fade? (who?)

When the headline cool, when they look away?

Do you love me when the numbers ain’t a thing?

When the plate half-empty but we still sing? (still sing)

I been broke, but I never been fake

Lost sleep, but I never lost faith

If the world get cold, I’ma light that flame

With the stories that they tried to erase from my name

[Chorus]

From the cracks in the pavement, we rose up slow

Every “no” that they gave us made the roots just grow

Got gas money and battle scars, that’s my chain

I carry every street, every name, every pain

We bend, we don’t break

Put my loyalty on faith, not fame

I carry every street, every name, every pain

Style

raplaid-back melodic g-funk bounce at 92 bpmrubbery bassline and sunlit synth leads; male vocals with storytelling focus. verses ride behind the beat with dusty rimshots and warm rhodes chords; hooks open up with stacked vocalstalkbox-style harmoniesand wide pads. subtle choir swells and filtered strings add drama in the back halfwith a short synth solo vamping under the bridge to keep the groove alive while the vocal reflects.emotionaltonefunkdeeppoetichip-hop

Prompt

Create a West Coast hip-hop track with deep, emotional verses, poetic storytelling, and a powerful, reflective tone. Themes of struggle, resilience, loyalty, and social awareness over melodic G-funk b

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NorthOfNowhere

GeneratedFeb 20, 2026

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