No More Interviews

Intro: VERSE I guess I’m on my… on my Don shit Somebody gotta do it Look, no more interviews I’m not talking about this on a song, feature or interlude Reporting live from Hawaii 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 Im coming from the underground like its Groundhog’s Day I talking so underground that when I talk about J, nigga I might mean J Dilla, R.I.P. real niggas Lately I only do the shit that inspire me Lately niggas treat the Shade Room like a diary Oh yeah 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 Fucked 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 thats 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 Niggas 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 shit I can go bar for bar for niggas who talking off And getting egged on by A&Rs who soon as your shit fallin’ off they walkin’ 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 niggas 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 tho 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 fuck with each other Over a miscommunication that probably could be fixed with a 5 minute conversation, I’m still praying For ya tho 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 niggas 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 nigga still under 30 I’m feeling like an old man that failed at life Got reincarnated to do it all again right (thats how I feel) So I’m treating every second like its 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 thats getting the hits and views Words misconstrued with no credit, but you niggas 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