Journey

Intro:
Faceless Production, TruPlayaz Records,
Let’s do this.

[Saxophone plays a smooth, mellow interlude]
(Sax solo: A slow, soulful riff leading into the verse)

People wanna talk about the hustle, never face it,
People that you gotta cut off, look at the path you're takin',
Make a step, no regrets, my lil’ motto,
Make a step, no regrets, my lil’ motto.

[Saxophone fades into soft piano chords]
Money from the journey, talking rap, this be a blessing,
Rap a verse and lock a gig, I love the cheers and faces,
Make a step, no regrets, my lil’ motto,
Make a step, no regrets, my lil’ motto.

Verse 1:
[Guitar softly strums the intro]
Left that pen, never up in school, they thought I was done,
But I hopped in the studio, slow-mo, I’m on one,
Takin’ it slow, then I’m rappin’ a verse,
I’m about to blow, I’m seein’ it first, I’m puttin’ in work,
Vision’s on me, I’m good, but I lose my cool,
One puff, I’m good, I gotta stay tough through the storms and boos.

Never take it to heart, my guy, that’s fuel,
[Guitar picks up, adding some rhythmic energy]
Put on my shoes and grind, remember them times, oh my,
Rappin' in closets, it was more than a vibe,
Now I'm up in the stu, lettin’ my mind fly,
Livin' in Kenya, no time to waste,
You up or broke, get cheddar, and fly,
One of the best, just gimme a sign,
I hate low racks, I’m one of a kind.

[Guitar fades into piano riff]
Was rapping in class, vibin’,
'022 I was grindin’,
Flippin' in trap in '023,
Wanna leave that life and drop EP's.
Wrist on froze, my neck so shiny,
S gon' blow, then be on that timing,
Wrist on froze, my neck so shiny,
S gon' blow, then be on that timing.

Chorus:
[Guitar strums lightly in the background]
Maybe take a risk and you gon’ rise up,
You gotta put your all in, kill the fear in your nerves,
Demons gonna tell you better give it up,
Listen to your gut, you're gonna live it up, trust.

Momma always told me, let the fire burn,
Nearly put it off, I was so broken up,
Uh, music is a journey, why you givin' up?
Nothin' ever easy, just remember that verse.

Verse 2:
I’m really walkin’, no sittin’ till I make it,
This ting’s outrageous, my shoes are peeling off,
Was wakin' up at AM, pen in hand, steady waitin',
While you were snorin' off, I’m steady workin' my craft.

I’m gettin’ views, I was patient,
Dropped a song, now they rate it,
They know my name like I’m famous,
That make me chuckle up, never acted shameless.

[Saxophone enters softly, adding emotional depth to the verse]
My homie wailin' from the Westside,
Gave me game, now I’m on that grind,
No katronics, my mentor’s real,
He said, "Nsansa, you got this, keep the skill."

You young, you gonna ball by 25,
You’ll be all in the game, no chance to survive,
I put my sweat and my all in,
Leave the haters talkin’, you broke, keep trollin’,
Lil’ homie, stay a bum, you ain't goin' nowhere,
Keep your mind right, stop actin' li