[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