Week To Myself Lyrics

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