No More Interviews

Album: single release only (2016)
  • 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
    I'm coming from the underground like it's Groundhog's Day
    I'm 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 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
    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, 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 now 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, 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 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 (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 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 Writer/s: Sean Anderson
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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