2:AM Freestyle (feat. Ashometri)

Guess I really am who they say I am Did this to myself so I can't complain Talkin to the mirror We go Bloody Marry Juiced with the flow Low blows Talkin Beatle height Nickalodian loadin clips at night When I write it's like catchin it from both sides Can't hide Dotted line signed tryna fix the climate Green lover goin Donald Glover at the campfire Ludwig I'm Bethoven doin this shit Tell me how I'm looked over Standin here at six three Thats a mystery to me I'm gettin too deep I spam poetry Like a grand slam Keep hittin I don't dance Hit a shimmy if I have to Stiff armin you bitches Gettin kicked out a rap group Way It's goin I'll be out cold by 9:09 Bedtime don't apply when I write punchlines When I write punchlines (It's all you) Shootin shots like a tin soldier Watch your back Damn Not before I fuckin fold you I'm a kid not a god You a fake You a fraud Spit shit up Just like another [Uninteligable] Uh Look You say you got brand deals but you're still independent You bought a Kia Sorento and said you're livin different You made a couple one off tracks Claimed to make a couple stacks Wanna have a #1 but your hearts not in it Now I don't mean to come for your composin All I know is that you crumble your composure If your sense of self is a sense of wealth I think you need a brochure Ok bro sure Uh I spit this shit to make a choir sang 300 [Uninteligable] If I were you Ooh I would feel ashamed Change your flow I change my name Maybe try a different day Maybe try a different sound Maybe try a different thing You rolled the dice and you lost That's just the game you play Started countin your cards Man let's set the record straight I didn't mean to go too hard or go in too insane Now I'm done wastin time on you fuckin lames