Burnin - Marcus D (马库斯·D)/Royce Da 5’9″/Kid Vishis/Crooked I

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 b**ch 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 *s used to cut the off switch off when I called

I done been through the ringer

Yeah my b**ch 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 sh*t mention the clique

This clip will quickly get your attention

Nickle and Vish

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 sh*t insight get sniped

Full clip let it rip kiss his a** 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 sh*t 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

Loaded pistol flowing my guns drew

Since you a f**king fruit

You can't even chew a banana without chipping a tooth

Step in the booth and I'll chew you

Crooked I：

It's so prophetic that selfish sh*t 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 b**ch 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 sh*t in the trunk to do double life

I hustle right gotta zip up the duffle tight

Like b**ches fronting with Jordan I'd rather cuff a mic

But this industry is simply complex

F**k 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 b**ch