Sad Day

I wrestle with myself like two dubs and a "E"
Downtown sittin' on my 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 in the cloud
Do Mr. Phelps really got enemies
Tell me what's 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

Whoo
Took me a little to see
Ain't a damn thing to fear, nigga when you me
I been putting 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 spot
Wait, 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 em
So we can see the aftermath like Dre and Em
I'm red with the white like H and M
All these timeless rhymes you can pay for them
The gods of the game, yea they wait for him
For these wack niggas, it's a sad day for them



Credits
Writer(s): Ellis Woolfork
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