Letra de No Interview - Clavish

(Simon Crisp)

Uh

In public, without my shooter, that's a slippy move

Put them gang signs down, you're nearly fifty-two

They think I'm bein' rude, I'm probably just not in the mood

That's for the guys that want a feature or an interview

I lost my nigga to the streets, that had me drippin' tears

My favourite picture of him tatted on me 'cah I miss him bare

The other day, someone asked me what's my biggest fear

Openin' up to someone that don't even care

Tryna find a shush, so the neighbours, they won't even hear

Couple K on J's, that after twice, I won't even wear

When I get good news, more times, I ain't finna share

You're watchin' out for evil eye, I'm watching out for evil ears

Big homie, that's my evil twin

Steppin' time was me and him

Civilians around me, I just hope they did not see a thing

I trust you, but the trust is thin

I hustle, but without the ling

I've done it, but without the cling

I'm runnin' to them thousands quick, shit

Pretty girls, I know how they lie

I know the colour for real

I see it wet, I know how it dries

Big B's, nigga, please, I know how it drives

Them other guys only drive them cars in Dubai

Naughty youngens out late with their big jookers

I'm a big deal, I need the watch with the Big Boogers

Used to eat out with two two's, now, it's big cookers

She tryna push me into her, but I'm a Pullers

I don't clout chase on social media to stay relevant

The streets ain't for everyone, that's why they made the curbs

I should've been scared, but gettin' shot at gave me adrenaline

I dropped out shh 'cah that nigga's too feminine

Last night, S had a show, he was shellin' it

The trap house stinks, if I could, I'd give it peppermint

They got me in the station, talkin' 'bout evidence

They say they know everything, but I ain't sayin' anything

Nonchalant wit' it 'cah it's somethin' that I never did

Patek, Dweller, Cartier's, these Stokey yutes were never lit

My little cousin caught a food case, he wants me to tell him

Every little thing about jail 'cah he's never been

Mention my name if you're talkin' about drillin'

Mention Colombian's too if you're talkin' about killin'

Yo, you talk a good game, but don't go on no mission

I'm with the young one and he don't mind goin' to prison

And I get money, so that make them hate me more

You bought her flowers for the fourteenth

My dick was in her face three days before

Jail niggas phone my phone, sayin', "I can't wait for tour"

Got a couple scores to settle, so I can't wait to score

And you're never on your job, comin' like you hate your chores

Destined to be a star from the day that I was born

When I was broke, I would've sucked you for a baby and a four

Got your baby tryna suck me, goin' crazy to the morn'

In public, without my shooter, that's a slippy move

Put them gang signs down, you're nearly 52

(Simon Crisp)

They think I'm being rude, I'm probably just not in the mood

That's for the guys who want a feature or an interview

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