OTM

[Intro] I been searching for myself I been wondering who I am Lost in a place, no trace On the odyssey to me [Skit] "Eh, yo, pass the blunt nigga" "Hold on man, hold on" (laughing) "Ah, shit." "Hey man, what you laughing for?" "Hey, you see that nigga Adam over there trying to rap and shit?" "Word?" "Yeah, the nigga calling himself Amine." "For real?" "Yeah, that nigga need to give it up." [Verse 1] I woke up in Tribeca Next to my dream girl Rebekah She saying anywhere you go I'm headed to my next tour And guess what I gotta go I gotta go I gotta go I gotta go [Verse 2] Headed to that Madison Square 25,000 fans in the air Never see L.A If she wanna play Never hit the back 'Cause niggas wanna play Traffic on the way [?] I'm late Driver screaming get them cars up out my fucking way If you like my style You gon' hit inside the dials I got too much on my mind You got too much on the route I say sound check, mic check 1 - 2, 1 - 2 I'm getting ready to perform nigga How 'bout you I'm rolling in that thong She rolling in that calm I'm getting ready and the fans go away [Interlude] Adam, Adam wake up [Verse 3] Gazing at my wall Hoping for a better tomorrow Thinking bout my problems but my problems looking mighty hard A small nigga with big dreams, I'm thinking 'bout All them honey and dope fiends like How you end up there How you end up broke If I end up like that, it's going to be hard to find hope I'm trying to find the mountain of success with the best And it's going to be hard to find a fucking rope, oh [Chorus] You are now tuned in to the fucking OTM You are now tuned in to my fucking OTM This ain't an intro This is a book, ho Just hoping you can help me write the rest, though You are now tuned in to the fucking OTM You are now tuned in to my fucking OTM This ain't an intro This is a book, ho Just hoping you can help me write the rest, though [Verse 3] I ain't a stereotype, I'm a stereo I let my words speak louder than a punk show As I was writing this shit I got a text from my old girl Talking 'bout she wanna be more than sober Asking if I wanna go To the movies though I told her, "Sorry girl I'm in the studio" She said, "LOL, the studio? Come on Adam You'll probably never make it though" A heartfelt mind with a heartfelt dick Only thing I bust in hoes Is the pain that exists [Chorus] You are now tuned in to the fucking OTM You are now tuned in to my fucking OTM This ain't an intro This is a book, ho Just hoping you can help me write the rest, though You are now tuned in to the fucking OTM You are now tuned in to my fucking OTM This ain't an intro This is a book, ho Just hoping you can help me write the rest, though [Verse 4] I'm trying to tell you things that you would have never thought of I'm trying to tell you things so you wouln't get caught up in All the lies of this rapping shit These dumb niggas trying to tell you who they is 'Cause rapping is an art coming straight from the heart Not about your flashy clothes or the chains that you got We've came a long way From that crying beat now Let Irv kill it on the keys like [Chorus] You are now tuned in to the fucking OTM You are now tuned in to my fucking OTM This ain't an intro This is a book, ho Just hoping you can help me write the rest, though You are now tuned in to the fucking OTM You are now tuned in to my fucking OTM This ain't an intro This is a book, ho Just hoping you can help me write the rest, though [Outro] You are now tuned in to the OTM