No More Interviews

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, ****

I might mean J Dilla

RIP real ****

Lately I only do the shit that inspire me

Lately **** treat the Shade Room like a diary

Oh yeah, is that what you heard?

Believing everything 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

**** 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 yet

But shit, I can go bar to bar

For **** who talking off

And getting egged on by A and 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 **** 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 fuck with each other

Over a miscommunication

That probably could be fixed with a 5 minute conversation

I’m still praying

For you, 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 **** 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

Yeah, with Hype Williams directing each take

And God directing each step that we take

I’m a king, a legend

Man, you **** ain't worthy

10 years in and a **** still under 30

I’m feeling like an old man that failed at life

Got reincarnated

To do it all again right

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 **** approve

My mistakes are my biggest professors

I'm 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