Clavish - No Interview lyrics

(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
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 that 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