[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

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

Same Block, Different Battles