Burnin

[Produced by Marcus D] [Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] Let's be honest, my dominant pursuit To ball is phenomenal like Ndamukong Suh I only fear tears from my son Glass is half full, mindframe: rain is tears from the sun Now sit back, picture pitch black Get your 6-pack, your bitch spazzing get your dick back You planting seeds like a lion gardener I got money on you, but I ain't on your side I ain't your silent partner I give 'em the finger Cause niggas used to cut the off switch off when I called I done been through the ringer Yeah, my bitch asks ''is you gon' fight Everybody that got something bad to say about you?'' Yeah They shouldn't run their mouth I ain't the leader of the Slaughter If I was we would be called Drunkenhouse About this infinite shit, mention the clique This clip will quickly get your attention Nickle and Vish [Verse 2: Kid Vishis] Marksmen with the pencil, my pen is like a pistol I wish you would I sick you intending bodily harm if you trying to get your issue I'll make your center fold, 7-6-2 full magazine Rifle his eye, call the shit insight, get sniped Full clip, let it rip, kiss his ass good night Good bye cause you'll perish first We'll put you underneath the ground So far you won't be found 'til the meek inherit the Earth He ain't hardcore when I grab the .44 I make 'em flip, call the shit street parkour get it? The mag'll spit and take all the air out you quick Which will remind you of opening up a bag of chips Youngin the truth when it come to the *spit* Loaded pistol flowing my guns drew Since you a fucking fruit You can't even chew a banana without chipping a tooth Step in the booth and I'll chew you [Verse 3: Crooked I] It's so prophetic, that selfish shit it be so patethic Cause when your whole crew ball it's all copastetic Now tell me what could be only realer if Oprah said it? ''I'm rich, bitch, from talking on shows'' - yo, forget it The flow kinetic, move crowds when I spit a bar My drive's impact is more than when you it a car Son keeps shining cause he is a star Kick dust like the Greek mythology's minotaur I'm in a rental car trying to avoid the struggle life With enough shit in the trunk to do double life I hustle right, gotta zip up the duffle tight Like bitches fronting with Jordan I'd rather cuff a mic But this industry is simply complex Fuck empty concepts, I'm thinking strictly ''I'm next'' Meatcleavers and bloody aprons is Slaughterhouse Wack rappers get a pass, next time I'mma call you out, bitch