Young Fame - No More Interviews Remix lyrics

Don't ask me questions And Come correct me if You feel I'm talking reckless I ain't Just talking crazy Yeah licensed to for my weapon Well protected by them brothers I ain't talking smith and Weston You n***as been on my check list And I'm coming wit da heat Be prepared to start sweating This not a road you wanna take Peep the street signs No accidents it's on purpose When the streets mine I knew one of these days you gon come up wit a weak line And get k**ed in my first 6 seconds RIP vine Life's quick Not to much time to blink about it Who better the young God really think about it? Stressed out ion think just drink about it Know my time coming doe I get geeked about it Out of touch ion care if you guys feel me I'm a gardener ion care if you hoes dig me From the gardens it ain't hard to find a hole to dig you in Grim reaper rapper taking souls wit da pen Ain't gotta interest playing yo side Or both sides Since ye high it's been bayside Still ye high Ion rap imma artist But got the wordplay of a n***a Out of college Best at it Way above average 24 years young So I'm way above savage Flow dope Bars be like coke Policitions sell dreams And churches sell hope I'm so woke Had breakfast while you sound sleep And we can take it to floor n***a ground beef And ion wanna be the king don't crown me So holy you gon have to gown me And keep nun of the lame guys round me This that circle that will hurt ya get it round me I like a lot of y'all guys But to me you all fries And six pieces lemon pepper on the side Fast food man I love snappers That's my second favorite meal Man I love rappers Who want beef? I need something to eat Hold up let me pick the last n***a out my teeth I keep my face out the drama They sleeping on me so I gave them f** n***as pajamas bayside