[Chorus: Kendra 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 Don't, don't, don't, don't me
[Verse 1: Deck] Yo how I touch green No love scene, so I got a cutscene Yeah, I go through it if I walk around it True because I do it I talk about it [?] water, blowtorcher Black diamonds, blue dreams, gold I'm on go, all the lights green General official, that's the stripes mean You get wiped like a countertop I work in the beat, I'm like a housing cop How they thirst in the streets, like they out rock No publicity stunts before the album you see is real, what you heard is false All I in this world is my word and my balls Money calling, stomach talking, often hawking, haters hate, funny talking
[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, push me
[Verse 2: Ghostface Yeah, yo We on the nightshift Get the billy club or the Sublim stone I get with My game down to a tight knit Reputations brolic, the is polished Not in my Adidas (Motherfuckers) Yeah, yeah, and I'm not Hollis Got garlic for and fake niggas who came to gossip You can't 'dress me with that bullshit, you even my stylist (You all big now) But you ain't Christopher Wallace See your on her knees, she just doing a solid And the funny shit, you ain't gon' do nothing it Have a [?] you should be doing a [?] See, these young murder you And none of these niggas heard of you We a few things on the curb or two had you stretched out laying vertical
[Chorus: Morris] 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 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, push me Don't, don't, don't, push me
3: Esoteric] I'm an alien from way the Moon, you see I had the shazam, the [?] was new to me Lunacy, puny humans try to I got the [?], Bill Burr, I'm a rebel up Poured some and I poured it to my face You don light skinny jeans on waist Style wild a [?] from [?] grandson I call the like I'm shooting with 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 catching Ts (Hey, one more time, bro. Wait, what?) Nah, I like take Popping at Esoteric, that your life mistake I'm a [?] he [?] Your future looking like you tryna be Jay's friend You put the S in wordplay, you get So you know the stabbing tracks my forté