Fuel

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 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 spinnin' ****
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 many 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 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 from the A 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 **** be outrageous
But don't get this **** ****** 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 hair natted up
I said "Barbara" tatted up
I won't argue mad as ****
'Cause I ain't compatible I'm finna catapult
But know it's goin'
Down down down down do-do-do
If I run out of fuel
I won't what the **** 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 **** 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
'Cause he might put a hit on me like Keefe D did him
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
Like James Todd now your arms are too short to beat K-Rod
Indeed they small like DJ Paul
Woo
My new Benz better than your truck by far
***** suck my balls
You either smoke crack and you're 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 get you
What
It'd turn you to a powder keg too
Kyle Rittenhouse spittin' rounds the TEC shoots
Look out like "Brrt"
And that ain't no sound effect
Woo
Neither was that SIG Sauer lets loose
I don't condone gun violence at schools
Nah
But I can't get these voices out my head
Hey let's go one two
They're putting words in my mouth like alphabet soup
Got the most content on the continent
And constant compliments give me confidence
I'ma
Across the common sense and incompetence
Uh
Incognizant the conflict's are consequence
Of accomplishments that conference through compeitish
If conquered done conked him into unconsciousness
Through conscious I conjure that
King Kong had just called me "Kamikaze"
I'm gun cocked to this
Woo my bad
Nobodies sixteen's are touching
These ************* index fingers ******* the nina
Clutchin' the nine millimeter tuckin' the heat
Got the toaster like an English muffin
No I mean "Toast to" like you drink to somethin'
But it's in a holster I proceed to bust it
**** around and get popped like Halyna Hutchins
Like I'm Alec Baldwin
What I mean is buckin' you down coup de grâce then
Right between the *******
I shoot 'em all in if you think you're ******* with me
You're gonna suffer the ******* repercussions
The reaper's comin' to heathen and I need it from me
I keep replenishing fuel while the beat I'm punishin'
If I run out of fuel
I won't what the **** 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 **** out of you