Fuel (Explicit)
Eminem, J.I.D"Fuel (Explicit)" is a song by Eminem, J.I.D, released in 2024 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:19 long and contains 111 lines and 680 words.
Lyrics
0:00Smoking trees I'm ridin' 'round
0:01Come to my side of town
0:03Lately it's been goin' goin' goin' goin' goin' down
0:06Look uh look
0:06All of my niggas gon' ride with it
0:08In the pocket the rocket like Kelly mom
0:09Mama told me the power was in the tongue
0:11But it probably ain't powerful as a gun
0:13All of you little cowards get devoured I'm givin' out flowers to anyone
0:16I ain't been out the house in a minute
0:18'Cause I ain't wit' it if the money is miniature
0:20I been mindin' my business I'm business mindin'
0:22I been spendin' some time with the minister
0:23'Cause them niggas spinnin' s**t
0:24And still sinnin' in the City of God and it's sinister
0:27Try to pray and repent in a synagogue or a mosque a temple a church
0:30Them brown skin's seen them men niggas hurtin'
0:32And murder's a common courtesy for certainly
0:34R I P D on the shirt search lurk murk squirt durk first
0:37Forty-eight
0:38My nigga doin' four plus eight without a court date
0:40Talked the other day he say he doin' okay
0:41He good he gainin' weight then got a sharp shank
0:43He made he say they played they gotta partake
0:45Homie got a heart full of hate and a face full of war paint
0:48Eyes all red full of rage and it's hard to escape from a dark place
0:50East side niggas from the A niggas all ages
0:52Tryna sell a pound of the dog cage
0:54All the OGs 'round town was our age
0:55Danger sex and d**gs X and R rated
0:57Danger sex and d**gs s**t be outrageous
0:59But don't get this s**t f**ked up my boy
1:00Ya lucked up once then ya doubled up
1:02I dribble and pass it to the cup and triple-double it
1:04Get to the basket get the cash and cuddle up
1:05Cover up bundle up batter up
1:07Batter up
1:07Um talk a lot of smack and now go back it up
1:09Shawty wanna shag wanna shack it up
1:11I can put a p***y on the platter like a platypus
1:13Nappy hair nigga hair natted up
1:14I said Barbara nigga tatted up
1:16I won't argue nigga mad as f**k
1:17'Cause I ain't compatible I'm finna catapult
1:19But niggas know it's goin'
1:21Down down down down do-do-do
1:22If I run out of fuel
1:24I won't what the f**k y'all gon' do
1:28If I don't run out of fuel
1:30Down down down down do-do-do
1:31Run out of fuel
1:32That scares the f**k out of you
1:33For a couple decades
1:34Brrt
1:34Been lettin' this TEC spray
1:35Brrt
1:35From that day that I met Dre
1:36Brrt
1:36So you liable to catch strays
1:37Brrt
1:38From the second you press play
1:39What
1:39I suggest they
1:40What
1:40Do not test like an essay
1:41Why
1:41'Cause like when my homies out west ayy
1:43Yeah
1:43We can just say
1:44What
1:44I'm like a R-A-P-E-R
1:44Yeah
1:45Got so many S-As
1:46S-As
1:46S-As
1:47Huh
1:47Wait he didn't just spell the word Rapper and leave out a P did he
1:51Yep
1:51R I P rest in peace Biggie
1:52And Pac both of y'all should be living
1:54Yep
1:54But I ain't tryna beef with him
1:56Nope
1:57And that's the only way you're gonna be killing me
1:59Nah
2:00Ain't gonna be on no beat silly
2:01Yeah
2:01I beat the beat silly on the grind like teeth gritting
2:03Call me Obesity
2:04Why
2:04You think it's over
2:05Wait it's just beginning
2:06Diss me and it ain't gonna be pretty
2:08Nah
2:08Used to be yea tall
2:09Then I grew a little each day 'til I became God
2:13Indeed they small like DJ Paul
2:15Woo
2:15My new van's better than your truck by far
2:17B***h suck my balls
2:18You either smoke crack and your playin' stick ball in the street
2:20'Cause you must be on base if you thinkin' you can touch my car
2:22Yeah
2:22But if the whole world was out to
2:25Kyle Rittenhouse spittin' rounds
2:31I don't condone
2:37And constant compliments
2:39Smokin' trees and ridin' 'round
2:48Come to my side of town
2:50Lately it's been goin'-goin'-goin'-goin'
3:19Look uh look
Smoking trees I'm ridin' 'round Come to my side of town Lately it's been goin' goin' goin' goin' goin' down Look uh look All of my niggas gon' ride with it In the pocket the rocket like Kelly mom Mama told me the power was in the tongue But it probably ain't powerful as a gun All of you little cowards get devoured I'm givin' out flowers to anyone I ain't been out the house in a minute 'Cause I ain't wit' it if the money is miniature I been mindin' my business I'm business mindin' I been spendin' some time with the minister 'Cause them niggas spinnin' s**t And still sinnin' in the City of God and it's sinister Try to pray and repent in a synagogue or a mosque a temple a church Them brown skin's seen them men niggas hurtin' And murder's a common courtesy for certainly R I P D on the shirt search lurk murk squirt durk first Forty-eight My nigga doin' four plus eight without a court date Talked the other day he say he doin' okay He good he gainin' weight then got a sharp shank He made he say they played they gotta partake Homie got a heart full of hate and a face full of war paint Eyes all red full of rage and it's hard to escape from a dark place East side niggas from the A niggas all ages Tryna sell a pound of the dog cage All the OGs 'round town was our age Danger sex and d**gs X and R rated Danger sex and d**gs s**t be outrageous But don't get this s**t f**ked up my boy Ya lucked up once then ya doubled up I dribble and pass it to the cup and triple-double it Get to the basket get the cash and cuddle up Cover up bundle up batter up Batter up Um talk a lot of smack and now go back it up Shawty wanna shag wanna shack it up I can put a p***y on the platter like a platypus Nappy hair nigga hair natted up I said Barbara nigga tatted up I won't argue nigga mad as f**k 'Cause I ain't compatible I'm finna catapult But niggas know it's goin' Down down down down do-do-do If I run out of fuel I won't what the f**k y'all gon' do If I don't run out of fuel Down down down down do-do-do Run out of fuel That scares the f**k out of you For a couple decades Brrt Been lettin' this TEC spray Brrt From that day that I met Dre Brrt So you liable to catch strays Brrt From the second you press play What I suggest they What Do not test like an essay Why 'Cause like when my homies out west ayy Yeah We can just say What I'm like a R-A-P-E-R Yeah Got so many S-As S-As S-As Huh Wait he didn't just spell the word Rapper and leave out a P did he Yep R I P rest in peace Biggie And Pac both of y'all should be living Yep But I ain't tryna beef with him Nope And that's the only way you're gonna be killing me Nah Ain't gonna be on no beat silly Yeah I beat the beat silly on the grind like teeth gritting Call me Obesity Why You think it's over Wait it's just beginning Diss me and it ain't gonna be pretty Nah Used to be yea tall Then I grew a little each day 'til I became God Indeed they small like DJ Paul Woo My new van's better than your truck by far B***h suck my balls You either smoke crack and your playin' stick ball in the street 'Cause you must be on base if you thinkin' you can touch my car Yeah But if the whole world was out to Kyle Rittenhouse spittin' rounds I don't condone And constant compliments Smokin' trees and ridin' 'round Come to my side of town Lately it's been goin'-goin'-goin'-goin' Look uh look
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