conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called No More Interviews with the following description: “No More Interviews” is Big Sean’s dismissal of the rumors surrounding his life. Addressing rumours surrounding his beef with Kid Cudi, past relationships, his label status and even the internal issues with G.O.O.D. Music, Sean leaves no rumor out.
  The title refers to his newfound focus on the music. Sean wants his music to speak through, instead of the gossip being the main focus. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: 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, nigga
  I might mean J Dilla, R.I.P. real niggas
  Lately I only do the shit that inspire me
  Lately niggas treat the Shade Room like a diary
  Oh yeah, is that what you heard?
  Believing everything that 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
  Niggas 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 for bar for niggas who talking off
  And getting egged on by A&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 niggas 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 ya, 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 niggas 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 niggas ain't worthy 
  10 years in and a nigga still under 30
  I’m feeling like an old man that failed at life
  Got reincarnated to do it all again right (that's how I feel)
  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 niggas approved
  My mistakes are my biggest professors and 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