Two Ninety-Three to Three Seventy

This track was born from a real headline: US gas price surge from $2.93 to $3.70+ per gallon in March 2026. The lyrics weave in verified details — Gas went from $2.93 to $3.70+ per gallon in March 2026; Price increase of 77 cents or roughly 26 percent; US-Iran war disrupted Strait of Hormuz shipping. Majik delivers the report through hip-hop, letting the data hit as hard as the beat. Lines like "March first, two-ninety-three a gallon at the pump," anchor the track in specifics that generic coverage misses. The mood — urgent, factual, steady — reflects the emotional reality behind the numbers. Every Majik's Studio news track exists to make you feel the story, not just read it.

[verse 1] March first, two-ninety-three a gallon at the pump, by March sixteenth it crossed three-seventy with a jump. That is seventy-seven cents in sixteen days, twenty-six percent increase, let the numbers blaze. US-Iran war kicked off, Strait of Hormuz blocked, shipping lanes shut down and the oil flow stopped. Every cent per gallon costs Americans one-point-four billion a year, seventy-seven cents means a hundred billion in fear. Families filling up a fifteen-gallon tank, went from forty-four dollars to fifty-five, be frank. That is eleven extra dollars every single fill, two fills a week means eighty-eight a month on the bill. [chorus] Two ninety-three to three seventy, prices rising, pockets empty. Two ninety-three to three seventy, sixteen days, seventy-seven cents plenty. Two ninety-three to three seventy, working class paying, Wall Street ready. Two ninety-three to three seventy, March twenty-six, remember the levy. [verse 2] Average household now is spending four hundred a month on gas, that is forty-eight hundred a year, do the math. Minimum wage at seven-twenty-five an hour, takes sixty-six hours just to fuel the power. Single moms driving thirty miles to work each way, thirty dollars a week more they cannot pay. Rural families got no bus, no train, no choice, they depend on every gallon, hear their voice. Before the spike the average driver spent twenty-two hundred a year, now it is pushing past three thousand, crystal clear. Eight hundred dollars more from every working home, that is rent, that is groceries, that is a student loan. [chorus] Two ninety-three to three seventy, prices rising, pockets empty. Two ninety-three to three seventy, sixteen days, seventy-seven cents plenty. Two ninety-three to three seventy, working class paying, Wall Street ready. Two ninety-three to three seventy, March twenty-six, remember the levy. [bridge] Sixteen days is all it took, check the numbers, read the book. Seventy-seven cents per gallon gained, one hundred billion dollars drained. Two-ninety-three was February's end, three-seventy is the March trend. Every dollar at the pump is a dollar you don't spend, on food, on rent, on bills that never end. [chorus] Two ninety-three to three seventy, prices rising, pockets empty. Two ninety-three to three seventy, sixteen days, seventy-seven cents plenty. Two ninety-three to three seventy, working class paying, Wall Street ready. Two ninety-three to three seventy, March twenty-six, remember the levy. [outro] Two ninety-three to three seventy. Two ninety-three to three seventy. Remember the numbers. Sixteen days.