No Interview

[Intro] (Simon Crisp) Uh [Verse] 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 Couplе K on J's, that after twice, I won't evеn 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' [Outro] 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