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 fuck 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, fuck an exclamation
I'm next up, period. there's no debating
3rd, EP, thank you all for waiting