2AM Freestyle

Ask me what's on my mind

It's the mic

It's my life

Nothing feeling right

Visions of bright lights

With my name on a stage

Raking in all the fame

In this twisted games, where **** bump your shit hoping you fall

And you lose it all

Can't drop the ball

Tryna stand tall

Build a future, I've been called

It's my time

Sticking to the script, memorising lines

Chasing this dream till the day I die

Mental health taking a dip

Like Micheal Phelps, doing laps

Tryna call for help, feeling like a castaway

Spending all my days bumping beats, ripping sheets

Stepping through life like OBJ in some cleats

Pop the bag then I smoke

Ain't never been notorious but this dream big and glorious

305 to my city, imma be victorious

Please don't test my temper

Like Ja I get grizzly, raised in a hood where **** walk with glizzys

Can't sleep on myself, all the hate can miss me

I know they dapping but undercover dissing

But imma stand up

Ain't the real Slim Shady but bitch my hand up

Cos I'm reaching like Giannis

**** tryna block my blessings

But they ain't got the message

Like Eve in the garden they easily tempted

Losing focus, pop a ritalin

Then we go again

Losing friends

That just means I can cop a 2 seat Benz

Stack my m's till it leans like the Tower of Pisa

Tommy is the name, nice to meet ya