Big Sean - No More Interviews lyrics

I guess I'm on my... on my Don sh** 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, n***a I might mean J Dilla, R.I.P. real n***as Lately I only do the sh** that inspire me Lately n***as 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 f**ed 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 embarra**ed 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***as 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**, I can go bar for bar for n***as who talking off And getting egged on by A&Rs who, soon as your sh** 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 sh** like I usually do And I'm just not impressed by you n***as 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** 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***as 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 n***as ain't worthy 10 years in and a n***a 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 sh** that's getting the hits and views Words misconstrued with no credit, but you n***as 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