Iron Claw

Czar (Czar, Czar, Czar, Czar, Czar)
Czarface

Don't, don't, don't, don't push me
Don't, don't, don't, don't push me (oh, my)
Don't, don't, don't, don't push me 
Don't, don't, don't, don't push me (Czar)

Yo
Groundskeeper how I touch green
No love scene, so graphic I got a cut scenes
Yeah, I go through it if I can't walk around it
True, because I do it before I talk about it
Whole aura, cold water, blow-torcher
Black diamonds, blue dreams, gold Porsche
I'm always on go, all the lights green
General official, that's what them stripes mean
You get wiped clean like a countertop
I don't work in the beat, I'm like a housing cop
How they thirst in the streets, it's like they outta 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
Honey's hawking, haters hate, funny talking

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

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 knight)
Reputations brolic, the story is polished
Not 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 a [?]
See, these young niggas'll murder you (murder you)
And none of these niggas never heard of you (heard of you)
We popped a few things on the curb or two (curb or two)
Would've had you stretched out laying 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 try to heckle
I got the filter of Bill Burr, I'm a rebel level up
Poured some wine and I poured it to my face
You don light skinny jeans on a 42-inch waist
Style wild like a tantrum from mannequin's grandson
I call the shots like I'm shooting with a Stan Van Gun
Trailblazing, hair rising like a man bun
I'm so psycho on mics, you soul cycle in tights, these heels
Turn on a legend like Edgar and Keats
GAP factories, I'm catching casual T's
(Hey, one more time, bro, wait, what?) Nah, I like this take
Popping shit at Esoteric, that your life mistake
I'm a mic veteran, hit like BJ Penn
Your future looking Bleek like you tryna be Jay's friend
You put the S in wordplay, you get swordplay
So you know that stabbing tracks, my forté