Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
CZARFACE
CZARFACE
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Hunter
Jason Hunter
Songwriter
Seamus Ryan
Seamus Ryan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
George Andrinopoulos
George Andrinopoulos
Producer
JL Hodges
JL Hodges
Producer

Lyrics

I don't think nobody better than me I don't think no one person can stop me And I never get tired of playing CZARFACE Yo (CZAR), I'm thankful, my family got food on the plate How I'm selling 'em the smoke like I'm moving an 8th I'm the great, you a cruiser weight proven a fake No mistake, name tricky, but they used to the face That's your highness, INS journalist extraordinaire He over there in the thousand-dollar Jordan Airs Money on my mind but never let it possess me Stress-free, wanna ride the wave? This the jet-ski (CZARFACE) Don't whine or waste time tryna catch me I'm gone 'til November then gone again the next week No clocking out, that's the grave shift, overtime with the grind next day shift I'm from the days of Benettons and Asics, basic same, shit, fix your faces So foreign I came in a UFO, Sicario flow, y'all fresh pompano (You know what time it is, man) you know how it go I bet you'll learn today, so now you know Now they know? Now they know Main, main character (and look who's here) CZAR, CZAR that's the main character to blame, leader of the gang Grab the mic and fuck it up as though it's Bert Kreischer's name No matter how they say it, yo, it's never quite the same Czartifical Intelligence, got the chip inside my brain Esoteric rebel against all the shit I'm finding lame Your comebacks are Kristaps, meaning they're poor zingers Like four-fingered rings I keep shit together, yo, I might refrain from Fronting on anything that I stated You don't want a pissing contest, I'm fully hydrated (tell 'em) You the jerk in here, you could get murked in here (murked) Suit yourself, Nanotech working here Tryna don the armor, get your own shit (come on) It's like Pascal Siak in a Fiat, uh It won't fit, it don't fit, you the cuprit Practice what you preach 'fore you hit the pulpit (true) Keep the gun, I'll take Olivia Munn Caribbean rum and run shit while you twiddle your thumbs You ignorant bums, you dumb like looking into the sun I put heads to bed like going where Biggie is from Rest in peace Blacastan Yeah, yes and Main, main character Esoteric On, uh, when I'm in the air, I don't know what to do I just do it when I get in the air, you know I'm either gon' dunk it or just lay it up
Writer(s): Jason Hunter, Seamus Ryan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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