Journey

Intro:
Senseii rockin' the mic, Faceless, TruPlayaz Records, let’s do this.
Sing:
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.

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:
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 rappin' a verse,
I’m about to blow, I’m seein’ it first, puttin’ in work.

Vision’s on me, I’m good, but I lose my cool,
One puff, I’m good, gotta stay tough through storms and boos.
Never take it to heart, my guy, that’s fuel.

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.
Was rappin’ 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 (Sing):
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.

Saxophone & Guitar Interlude:
(A soulful sax melody flows into a jazzy guitar riff with mellow piano chords.)

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

Homie wailin' from Westside,
Gave me game, now I’m on that grind.
Mentor told me, “You got this, keep the skill,
By 25, you’ll be ballin’, won’t need no deal.”

Put my sweat and my all in,
Leave the haters talkin’, broke ones trollin’.
Lil’ homie, stay a bum, you ain’t goin’ nowhere,
Keep your mind right, stop actin' like you don’t care.

Chorus (Sing):
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,