Three Weeks

I aint been out house bout 3 weeks Feels like I'm about to 3 peat Sat up in my room, made an EP All I know is write, eat, sleep Put South City on the map now Wait, seems like no one ever did About to be the first, and it's evident Danny back up in this bitch, go and tell a friend Wait for their reaction, wheres the EpiPen They've been sleeping on me like some sedatives Thinking about the kicks and the bread we spent And Im not done until I said it is Y'all be making music just to validate it My old homies, we are not acquainted Giving up my writing something I've debated Dreaming bout the day tell momma I made it And if it stays a dream, at least I gotta see it If you tryna make it, then you gotta be it Moving way to slow like I drive Prius No disrespect, but I don't need your features Switching up the flow quick On the beat, I just copped a wave like Moses Catch me in my bag, everyday Im steady focused Jumping to conclusions like the record player broken Treading in the deep end while these others got their toes in Those are shots for y'all that couldn't adapt You probably didn't hear it, so you're running it back Marry Poppins when I run up a bag, yeah I f*ck up a tag I'm gunning for the top now 101 Cruising, new vette with the top down Writing out my thoughts that I jot down Finna risk it all, homie you are not down Riding down on hillside, tryna clear my mind out Will I ever make this shit? Hold up let me find out Sit up in the patio, rosè just to whine down I'm done waiting, it's my time now Tables just be turning, it's my reservation I'm tryna make a statement, f*ck an exclamation I'm next up, period. there's no debating 3rd, EP, thank you all for waiting