Slaughter Day

(Verse)
I’m tired of being the one who speaks out
Lending ya’ll a hand to reach out
Nicer guy just trying leave out the violent shit, ‘cause ya’ll would freak out
My last album dropped to deep south
Why does no one like my shit? wow
Ya’ll just tryna fuck with me now but the bad guy’s back with a beat down
All I gotta do is peak around
The game is full a bunch of weak clowns
My competition makes me think now
That I don’t gotta try or be found
Just talk about the money and get clout
Smoke a pack of weed and be proud
And rap like there’s a dick in each mouth
Fuck a song, let’s hear you freestyle
‘Cause I’m back bitch what you wanna say?
Call it slaughter day, Mr. Offset
You a none threat to my shark bate
‘Cause I’m a cut straight into your arteries and place ‘em right up in your daughter’s face, how you wanna play?
‘Cause I’m a open up now, kinda like Cardi’s legs
I’m no longer playing, when I see a G.O.A.T. from a faraway
I’m a take a shot ‘cause I’m not afraid to bury a legend inside of his grave
If I had a penny for all of the days
That I never learned from what I would say
I’d probably be rich, so give me my pennies
I’m ‘bout to learn this shit the harder way
What I’m trying to say is that, I have no time to borrow
Trying to live the best life today so I can wake up and do it all tomorrow
All I hear is this doubt running from the mouths of people won’t follow
I would tell you to go suck my dick
But I know that shit’s so hard to swallow
But fuck you all though
So how is everybody finding a deal?
When half of these mother fuckers that are up in the game, don’t even have slightest of skill
To step to the mic and fight up at will
The Nas and Pac’s who’s writing is killed
By rappers who feel like they might’ve just filled, the name of the legend they trying to steal
But I’m trying to appeal the next generation of writers
I still feel like there are some in the game and I will
Destroy all the fakes and acknowledge the reals
The Logic and Cole’s to Drake and the Mill’s
From Joyner to Sean to Kendrick, I feel like I can be part of the crew that is built
Just listen to all of the shit that I’ve spilt
But I still feel like people think that I hate trap
All the way back to my old shit, when I told kids with them face tats
That your tapes trash
Better face facts
‘Cause if this is where the fucking games at
Then I’ll place mags in my semi, when in my deadeye
‘Cause bitch I’m bout to aim back
But I ain’t mad
I’m just searching for a proposition
If I gotta give a flying fuck, I’ll give it
Just to get a little bit of competition
Not the rappers faults that they are optimistic
It’s the fans who give ‘em all the recognition
And expect the tracks to be as hard as shit when you know that it’s garbage but you want to listen, ‘cause it’s
All a gimmick
But if this is how I got to get intact
Then I’ll flip a Token on it’s fucking ass
Proving that I’m ahead of like all his raps
It’s business as usually, in fact I’m giving you everything that you have asked
It’s slaughter day
‘Cause in the end the nice guys always finish last