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