[Intro]
Czar
Czarface

[Chorus: Kendra Morris]
Don't, don't, don't, don't push me
Don't, don't, don't, don't push me
Don't, don't, don't, don't push me
Don't, don't, don't, don't push me

[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
Yo
Groundskeeper how I touch green
No love scenes, so graphic I got a cutscene
Yeah, I go through it if I can't walk around it
True, 'cause I do it before I talk about it
Whole aura, cold water, global torture
Black diamonds, blue dreams, gold Porsche
I'm always on go, all the lights green
General official, that's what the stripes mean
You'll get wiped clean like a countertop
How I'm workin' the beat, I'm like a housing cop
How they thirst in the streets, it's like they out of rock
No publicity stunts before the album drop
What you see is real, what you heard is false
All I have in this world is my word and my balls
Money calling, stomach talking, hungry often
Honeys hawkin', haters hatin', funny talkin'
[Chorus: Kendra Morris]
Don't, don't, don't, don't push me
Don't, don't, don't, don't push me
Don't, don't, don't, don't push me
Don't, don't, don't, don't push me

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, yo, we criminals on the nightshift (Nightshift)
Get the billy club or the nightstick (Nightstick)
Sublim' stone, I get right with (Right with)
My murder game down to a tight knit (Tight knit)
Reputations brolic, the story is polished
No laces in my Adidas (Motherfuckers)
Yeah, yeah, and I'm not from Hollis
Got garlic for vampires and fake n***as who came to gossip
You can't 'dress me with that bullshit, you ain't even my stylist
(You acting all big now), but you ain't Christopher Wallace
See your girl on her knees, she just doing a solid
And the funny shit, you ain't gon' do nothing about it
Have a seat over there, you should be doing the knowledge
See, these young boys'll murder you (Murder you)
And none of these n***as never heard of you (Heard of you)
We popped a few things on a curb or two (Curb or two)
To have you stretched out, layin' vertical (Vertical)

[Chorus: Kendra Morris]
Don't, don't, don't, don't push me
Don't, don't, don't, don't push me
Don't, don't, don't, don't push me
Don't, don't, don't, don't push me
Don't, don't, don't, don't push me
Don't, don't, don't, don't push me
Don't, don't, don't, don't push me
Don't, don't, don't, don't push me
[Verse 3: Esoteric]
I'm an alien from way past the moon you see
I had to Shazam the anthem, it was new to me
Lunacy, puny humans tryna heckle
I got the filter of Bill Burr, I'm a rebel
Level up, pour some wine and import it to my face
You dumb, like skinny jeans on a 42 inch waist
Style wild, like a tantrum from Anakin's grandson
I call the shots like I'm shootin' with a Stan Van Gun' (You know what I am?)
Trail blazin', hair raisin' like a man bun
I'm so psycho in mics, you SoulCycle in tights
These heels turn on a legend like Acura keys
Gap factories how I'm catchin' casual tees
(Ayy, one more time, bro, wait what?)
Nah, I like this take
Poppin' shit at Esoteric, that's a life mistake
I'm a mic veteran, hit like BJ Penn
Your future lookin' bleak like you tryna be Jay's friend
You put the Es' in wordplay, you get swordplay
So you know that stabbin' tracks is my forte