[Chorus: Kendra Don't, don't, don't, push me Don't, don't, don't, push me Don't, don't, don't, push me Don't, don't, don't, don't me
[Verse 1: Deck] Yo how I touch green No scene, so graphic I got a cutscene Yeah, I go through it if I can't walk it True because I do it before I talk it [?] cold water, Black diamonds, blue dreams, gold I'm on go, all the lights green General official, that's what the stripes You get wiped clean a countertop I work in the beat, I'm like a housing cop How thirst in the streets, it's like they out rock No publicity stunts before the drop you see is real, what you heard is false All I have in this world is my word and my calling, stomach talking, hungry often Honeys hawking, haters hate, funny
[Chorus: Kendra Don't, don't, don't, don't me Don't, don't, don't, push me Don't, don't, don't, don't me Don't, don't, don't, don't me
2: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, yo We on the nightshift Get the billy club or the Sublim stone I get right My game down to a tight knit brolic, the story is polished Not laces in my (Motherfuckers) Yeah, yeah, and I'm not from Got garlic for vampires and fake niggas who came to You can't 'dress me with that bullshit, you ain't my stylist (You acting all big now) But you ain't Wallace See your girl on her knees, she just doing a And the funny shit, you ain't gon' do nothing it a seat [?] you should be doing a [?] See, these young niggas'll you And of these niggas never heard of you We popped a few on the curb or two Would've had you stretched out vertical
[Chorus: Morris] Don't, don't, don't, don't me Don't, don't, don't, push me Don't, don't, don't, don't me Don't, don't, don't, don't me Don't, don't, don't, don't me Don't, don't, don't, push me Don't, don't, don't, push me Don't, don't, don't, push me
[Verse 3: I'm an alien way past the Moon, you see I had the shazam, the [?] was new to me Lunacy, humans try to heckle I got the [?], Bill Burr, I'm a rebel up Poured wine and I poured it to my face You don skinny jeans on 24-inch waist wild like a [?] from [?] grandson I call the shots like I'm shooting a [?] gun Trailblazing, hair rising a man bun I'm so psycho on mics, you so in tights and heels on the [?] like [?] [?] Louise, I'm casual Ts (Hey, one time, bro. Wait, what?) Nah, I like this take shit at Esoteric, that your life mistake I'm a [?] he [?] Your future looking Bleek you tryna be Jay's friend You put the S in wordplay, you get So you know the stabbing tracks my forté