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Lyrics
[Intro]
[laughs low]
Faith on my feet when I lace up
Little bit of flame in the taste, yeah we spiced up
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Wake up, hit the floor, say “thanks”
Both feet down, that’s grace in the ranks
Bible by the bed, drip by the door
Faith in my step when I hit that porch
Spice in the talk, but the heart stay pure
Heat in my words, but the love make it cure
Scuffs on the shoe from the miles I ran
Still I walk tall, got a map in His hand
[Chorus]
I walk by faith in spice kicks (woo)
Seasoned up soul, that life mix (life mix)
Every step hot, that flame thick
Faith, spice, shoe, that’s my script
I walk by faith in spice kicks (yeah)
Track of my path got bright prints
When the road get rough, I don’t quit
Faith, spice, shoe, that’s my script
[Verse 2]
Came from the block with the broke-down sole
Hole in the heel, but He patched my soul
Salt in the game, now the bland get bold
Sprinkle that hope, watch a dry heart grow
Tongue got heat, but I aim that right
Cook up truth, give ‘em one more bite
Walk in the storm, but my fit stay clean
’Cause the blood on the tag make a saint from a fiend
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
Left foot doubt, right foot trust
Both leave prints in the holy dust
If the path get dark, I still move through
Got fire in my words, got faith in my shoes
[spoken]
Yeah
Every crease in the leather tell a story I survived
We still stepping
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 5, 2026
Duration2:19
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Bouncy boom-bap with modern trap gloss, male vocals. Tight, syncopated hi-hats and round, knocking drums under a warm gospel-soul sample chop. Verses ride a confident mid-tempo pocket; bass locks with a swung kick. Hook explodes with gang vocals, simple chant, and call-and-response ad-libs. Subtle organ pads and crowd claps creep in on the last hook for a Sunday-service-meets-street-cypher feel.
Credits
Prompt byRetroXylophone89
ModelAria v5
Prompt
A song with faith/spice/shoe, rap
