Fuel

Smokin' trees, I'm ridin' 'round
Come to my side of town
Lately, it's been goin', goin' (look, uh)
Goin', goin', goin' down (look)
All of my ni- gon' ride with it
In the pocket, the rocket like Kellen Mond
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 with it if the money is miniature
I been mindin' my business, I'm business-minded
I been spendin' some time with the minister
'Cause them ni- spinnin' shit
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 sentiment ni- hurtin'
And murder's a common courtesy, for certainly
RIP be on the shirt, search, lurk (down, down, down, down, do-do-do-)
Murk, squirt, dirt, First (48)
My ni- 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 play, 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 ni- from the A, ni- all ages
Tryna sell a po- of the dog cage
All the OGs 'round town was our age
Danger, sex, and dr-, X and R rated
(Danger, sex, and dr-, shit be outrageous)
But don't get this shit fu- 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 I could back it up
Shawty wanna shag, wanna shack it up
I can put her pu- on the platter like a platypus
Nappy-head ni-, hair natted up
I said, "Barbara," a ni- tatted up
I won't argue, ni- mad as fu-
'Cause they ain't compatible, I'm finna catapult
But ni- know it's goin' (down, down, down, do-do-do-)
If I run out of fuel, I won't
What the fu- y'all gon' do if I don't
Run out of fuel? (Down, down, down, down, do-do-do-do)
That scares the fu- 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 where my homies out west stay (Yeah)
We can just say (What?)
I'm like an 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, get him"
And that's the only way you're gonna be ki- 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 yay 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 (yeah)
Indeed, they small like DJ Paul (Woo)
My new Benz better than your truck by far
Bi-, suck my ba-
You either smoke - or you're playin' stickball in the street
'Cause you must be on -, 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 like (look out, like, "Brrt")
And that ain't no sound effect (whoo)
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'm a)
A cross of common sense and incompetence (uh)
I'm cognizant that conflicts are consequence (what?)
Of accomplishments accomplished through competition
If Kon coulda conked him into unconsciousness
Though conscious, I conjure this King Kong and
Just call me "Kamikaze," I'm concoctin' this (whoo, my bad)
Nobody's 16's are touching
These mo-' index fingers fu- 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 and
Fu- around and get po- like Halyna Hutchins
Like I'm Alec Baldwin, what I mean is buckin' you down
Coup de grâce then, right between the fu- eyes
Shoot 'em all then, if you think you're fu- with me
You're gonna suffer the fu- repercussions
The reaper's comin', a heathen, I'm Ethan Crumbley (down, down, down)
I keep replenishing fuel while the beat I'm punishin' (do-do-do-)
If I run out of fuel, I won't
What the fu- y'all gon' do if I don't
Run out of fuel? (Down, down, down, down) run out of fuel (do-do-do-)
That scares the fu- out of you