As the bars began to flow, Albert painted a picture of his reality. He spoke about navigating the pressures of the music industry, weeding out fake friends who only showed up when the cameras were rolling, and staying fiercely loyal to the NBN crew who had been there since day one. The lyrics were sharp, unapologetic, and raw. Every line was a boundary being drawn between his public life and his private hustle.

The bass in the underground studio was so heavy it felt like a physical weight against Albert’s chest. The red recording light cast a crimson glow over the soundboard, mirroring the restless energy buzzing in the room. He had been staring at the same page of lyrics for hours, but the words felt stuck in his throat.

He stepped back into the control room. Lu-K played the track back through the massive studio monitors. The energy was undeniable. It was magnetic, defiant, and completely authentic to who Albert was in that exact moment.