Jove Kente - NoTitle Lyrics

No f*cken title
No f*cken title
Growing up was a test, I had to passively pass
Young me with stuttering problems
Every verse I tried to speak or anything I tried to ask
What's a form of pain I had to deal with
They laughed at the child is me
Forgetting I was fighting demons
A quiet me, drowning self-confidence and other issues
An introvert with self-reflection angles
Dealing with daddy issues, with no one to captain
I had to make sense of different facials
Tried to understand myself and my captives
Fell into isolation, as the only son
The love between a son and mom is always mutual
Sometimes I fell out of place, like a puzzle
But now I'm looking back, I guess it was a plan
We were fitted like them gloves
Though the fingers never same on the hustle
Collection item, hypnagogic state, my contact nightmares
Under attack by forces state, grandma prayed against
Stayed awake and got in touch with uninvited guests
Always wondered why my sister T told me it's okay to be weird
So I embraced me with a true hug, I chose self-love
Like the "I" song from Kendrick
I'm the underdog, Anthony Tiffith
No title
No motherf*cken title, yeah no title
No title, no motherf*cken title bro
Yeah
Ayo, transport me back into time
As I tried to roll, ex said she not trying to be mine
But I'm in the now, do me as a verb
My past always part of me, my future gone
That's what I'm trying to seize
The last line is past tense
Shoulder high like I'm too tense
Looking like I'm ready to let the hands go
My first verse, scroll written in time
As I manufacture all these lines in the factory
In the lab
Using tools like I'm trying to get mechanical probe
I'm on a higher frequency
You couldn't get this high
With any amount of weed
Kevin Hart, type of neggas rapping
Shit be sounding comical
Dreadlocks and I be rocking with genius follicle
Been through my worst since an infant
So I can't be squashed like an insect
We pressing phones while another man getting bread
Let it make sense
Your lost time on every tweet and every like make them cents
So I ride my wave and make it drip
The shawty got wet
Flip the coin, let it land
And the shawty give me head like she lost a bet
Never been a tale, everything against me
I just overcome when I step
I'm the greatest secrets ever kept
No title, No title
No motherf*cken title
Yeah, no title (I walk around with no title and shit)
Yeah
Aye yo, in memories lane, I drive through
Trying to find out who's who, who supported me
When I didn't have a clue, I still made the move
And it backfired, I'm like Mike Myers, I'm never scared
I make it spooky like Casper
The type of negga, I'm Nat Turner, run up on slave masters
Reincarnated with flashes, like the camera capture actions
No father claim me
You can call me bastard
And I don't even care about that
Like Yeshua, I'm higher frequency on a live wire
My goal is to become richer than my prior
Stacking papers and joking higher
Reach my destination by myself, without an Uber driver
No you can't stop by
I'm cooking songs and serving punch lines
I keep it nasty and freaky, but no Puffy desire
Niggas want it, but don't wanna work for it, can't have mines
How're you make a living, tell him how you never had a vision
How're you critic, but you've never been a creative
What?
No title
Nah
Yeah, no title
Motherf*cker, walking out here with title and shit
No motherf*cken titles, nigga (ay yo)
No title
Yeah
No title