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| Big Sean - No More Interviews Lyrics |
Big Sean - No More Interviews Lyrics
I guess I'm on my On my Don sh*t
Somebody gotta do it
Look No more interviews
I'm not talking about this on a song Feature or interlude
Reporting live from Hawai with my girl
I brought sand to the beach
Working on vacay In the booth Sand on my feet
I'm from the ground up Like a ground ball play
I'm coming from the underground Like it's Groundhog's Day
I'm talking so underground that When I talk about J n*gga
I might mean J Dilla, R.I.P. real ni*ggas
Lately I only do the shit that inspire me
Lately ni*ggas treat the Shade Room like a diary
Ooh yeeah Is that what you heard
Believing everything that you hear without confirming it first
And you know the funny thing about it is my ex wanna write a tell all
F*cked up thing about it is She ain't even tell all
Like how I introduced her To meditation Positive thinking
And the books she probably read in daily rotation
I learned when people lie On you not to return the favor so
I won't get you embarrassed
I won't tell them all the other parts about you that's plastic
This my last time putting my ex in a song even though the last one went triple platinum
I'd rather put that energy into what's worth having
Like how I got a platinum album with no solo tour
N*ggas say it's over for me I go overboard
Back against the wall like my poster but I'm the poster boy
Not from the city if you let They tell it
Greatest rapper of all time if you let Ye tell it
You ask me I don't got the resume But sh*t
I can go bar for bar for n*ggas who talking off
And getting egged on by A&Rs who Soon as your shit falling off They walking off
And if you rappers diss us and ours just know that you dead and you know it
My career been moving perpetual motion
I'm not impressed with the whoopty woop I don't know who is who
And can't pretend like I'm hip To it No hula hoop
And I can't lie like I like this shit Like I usually do And I'm just
Not impressed by you ni*ggas rapping fast
Who sound like one big asthma attack But trash when I'm rapping it back
Who you put in your top five And claim they the savior of rap
So many friends turn to enemies They frenemies
I don't know why I act like I'm surprised Or it's offending me
I'm saying, though I should have learned from Hov and Dame
From Stunna and Wayne Cudi and Ye
What happened to our family ways Though
When I put you on that song with Nas
You had told me that you was forever grateful
And that we brothers So it hurt to hit the internet to find out that me
And you don't f*ck with each other
Over a miscommunication
That probably could be fixed with a 5 minute conversation I'm still praying
For ya though I guess I charged it to the game
How much it cost Around twenty88
Going off like Kobe when he wore the crazy eights
All y'all n*ggas looking like my kiddos wearing Bape
Shot my first video in the Harajuku store
With Nigo in the background That's a picture that you can't take
With Ye and Hype Williams directing each take
And God directing each step that we take
I'm a king A legend Man You niggas ain't worthy
10 years in and a n*gga still under 30
I'm feeling like an old man that failed at life
Got reincarnated to do it all again right That's how I feel
So I'm treating every second like it's an investment
Time is money Every second I'm collecting
Don't ask me no stupid questions
Are you still signed to Ye questions No Roc nation questions
Or who I'm dating questions
Look No more interviews
Unless you wanna talk about the music
Or something that has a different view
And not the shit that's getting the hits and views
Words misconstrued with no credit But you n*ggas approved
My mistakes are my biggest professors And learning life lessons
I realize it ain't what you have It's What you feel That's what true success is
I am the one of one after me there's no successor DON