Letra de 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 miniatureI 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 agesTryna 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 youFor 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 soupGot 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 downCoup 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