Week To Myself

It's been a year since had a week to myself But rather cry out my wealth than cry of for help All these rappers ganged up, they claim they'll die for their belt With me it's nobody else, I rely on myself Half a year ago I was feeling down and clueless Some things were confusing, even with music Lot of stress tangled up bout my career and future Then I talked to one of my producers, Silky and Lukas We had a couple drinks, and ordered George's delivery Started talking music, but not the industry More about local talent, how I think I'm the best Cuz I been putting in work, trying to branch out west I started playing Jerhell for em, we put on some beats Recorded an rnb demo, shit, it was heat I know rappers on gang shit, I don't come from the street Too old to ask what the move, the move comes to me I know they see I ain't lost it, never fail at this boss shit I rub it in they face, that's the nail on the coffin And people be talking, I just hope it's about me Because attention is currency on the clout scene But I'm never salty, we got blessings coming in Yes Lord, more than I ever thought I'd ever get At least in my twenties, thank God I got plenty For this drive he put in me, this hustle got me sweating And my mom was just talking bout selling her house And moving out to the country on a far out route That's kind of weird to hear, cuz it's the place I grew up But I'm supportive of the choices if she on some new stuff And I just saw my dad first time in 3 years He was sober, doing exercises, seeing clear I'm just trying to celebrate now and do a cheers Cuz I just made it to 30 this year, yes Lord