I wrestle with myself like two dubs and a "E"
Downtown sittin' on the balcony
I don’t make records this alchemy
Gotta take every key every ounce of me
Gotta deal with the doubts and belief
The pain and the grief
The need to be a frontman instead of a stuntman
Oh it’s plain to me
That’s when it’s really all said and done
This what you niggas really came to see

Gotta do what I’m supposed to
The people need the beats and the vocals
Shows too, ta loco, for me to think that I could ever be local
Soy cabro
You and I know
Keith been the one for años
I seen all the shit like baños
El Rey de Indianos

Can’t lie I loved that safety
Clung to the beats and key notes that made me
Paid from the mic? A far cry, a maybe
l was too worried about, "What do they see?"

Then you start to see
That ain’t much beyond niggas marketing
And just off of skill I got all the shots
This pandemic shit seemed to stall the plot

I really had to ask myself
"You ready to take a leap and unmask yourself?"
"I mean, you could really get cash yourself
If you run a few laps and get past yourself"

And not just casual wealth
When you up so high that your status is stealth
Niggas already can’t see me now
More than likely it’s due to the last name, Phelps

Wanted your moral support
Silence
Invested in all of my doubt
Just to preserve all your clout
You hoping I never come out
Let it sit on the drive, in the spam, hoping all shit my shit stay on the cloud
Do Mr Phelps really got enemies?
Tell me whats all this about
I get it now

I don’t need funk bands
Just two duffle bags in the trunk bands
Can’t build brands if you can’t get off ya moms milk glands
Loss three teams yet I still stand
Learned from hurt had to Hillman
Found a way to eat with no meal plan
What you know about the reverse still stand?
They was looking for my dreams on the kill cam


Enough with the pivoting, shoot
I am the game’s antithesis
"Primo Nemesis"
It’ll never get no better than this
All the fans is pessimists
Took all this shit and then learned how to leverage it
Head from the neck how we sever it, separate, hemorrhaging
Bouta have all these niggas on the rocks
Yea I’m talkin' bout bottom shelf beverages
Just for the hell of it

It took me a minute to see
Ain't a damn thing to fear, nigga, when you me
I been puttin' in work, even off the clock
Bouta debut this shit at a coffee shop
This nigga talk a lot
Too black, too hot, stir the coffee pot
He said a coffee shop?
A humble beginning ain't scathing him
This is how we rehearse for the stadiums

Ellis be the who lacin' him
Fear for the ones who facing him
Come sign the new Outkast like Face and them
So we can see the Aftermath like Dre & Em
I’m red with the white like H & M
All these timeless rhymes, you can pay for them
The gods of the game, yeah, they wait for him
For these wack niggas, it’s a sad day for them