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Czar Czarface 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 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' SongtexteDon'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 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 niggas 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 niggas 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) 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 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 Aus Songtexte Mania