K8swayo - TITLE

Uh
(K8)
(Woah woah, uh uh)
I can't be wasting no time, no
(Can't waste no time, no)
This bitch asked me do she ever cross my mind, no
(Cross my mind, no)
Gotta watch my back because killing is a cycle
(Is a cycle)
And don't call me no demon im tryna fight those
Yeah I'm tryna fight those
But my killers go where I go
(Where I go)
One in the head keep it ready for a rival
(For a rival)
Playing with us that boy must be suicidal
(Suicidal)
My life a book I just can't come up with a title
(Title)
Help me find a title
They wanna know what I did
Too many questions Its giving fed
Thoughts in my head
Telling me to paint the city red
Got the gang out the crib
They wanna spend blocks and spend that bread
Pockets getting fed
They going up like its a bid
I just starting popping
Gotta keep a pole if try stop it
Bouta' just start dropping
Put the city on my back like I'm the rockets
My mom keep on doubting
She want me to give up and go to college
But bankrolls in my pocket
We on section 8, tryna come up out it
Them yes's turned to no's so I don't depend on niggas
Know some niggas that was opps now they close like fingers
They far from real
He gone rat once he get hit with them wheels
We gone catch him heard he hiding out
He way up in them hills
The hills that's nothing be there when I sign a deal
But made a hunnid off the block we gon' catch him fuck that deal
My niggas forever we like the streets, we stuck bitch
Seen the opp's and peep the cops damn it's up bitch
I can't be wasting no time, no
(Can't waste no time, no)
This bitch asked me do she ever cross my mind, no
(Cross my mind, no)
Gotta watch my back because killing is a cycle
(Is a cycle)
And don't call me no demon I'm tryna fight those
Yeah I'm tryna fight those
But my killers go where I go
(Where I go)
One in the head keep it ready for a rival
(For a rival)
Playing with us that boy must be suicidal
(Suicidal)
My life a book I just can't come up with a title
(Title)
Help me find a title
See me wit my dickies its a reason why my pockets pop
Minimum 5 and I ain't running loaded for the opps
Niggas behind me they all strapped the real drumline
Give em' the nod
Brodie got it, ain't have to buss mine
Saying I'm hot drop that bag
Fuck a co-sign ain't nothing enough it ain't just me
I'm tryna feed mind's
I'm taxing niggas the ones who gave me a fee
And I'm still in the mud I'm only up to my knees
But ima make it out
Trust me ima make it out
Told her cut the talk
Lemme feel your jaws
So ima take it out
Hate being sober for too long
I be in them drought's
Niggas talk heavy on the social's
Dying for some clout
Now he a pack
That boy ain't coming back
He did all of that
Just to be a stat
Brodie never lack
That pole stuck like a tat
Scoring like he Shaq
This the truth this all facts
I can't be wasting no time, no
(Can't waste no time, no)
This bitch asked me do she ever cross my mind, no
(Cross my mind, no)
Gotta watch my back because killing is a cycle
(Is a cycle)
And don't call me no demon I'm tryna fight those
Yeah I'm tryna fight those
But my killers go where I go
(Where I go)
One in the head keep it ready for a rival
(For a rival)
Playing with us that boy must be suicidal
(Suicidal)
My life a book I just can't come up with a title
(Title)
Help me find a title
(K8)

Written by:
Tyree Oliver

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