Eminem - Fuel (feat. JID) [Official Audio]

Smoking trees, I'm riding around. Come to my side of town. Lately it's been going, going, going, going, going down. All of my niggas gon' ride with it in their pocket. They rock it like Kelly Marr. 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 giving 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've been minding my business. I'm Venice Modern. I've been spending some time with the minister. Cause them niggas finish it and still sinning. In the city of God and the sinister. Try to pray and repent in the synagogue or a mosque. Or a temple or church. Them brown skinned, sentiment niggas hurting. And murder's a common courtesy for certain. The RPB on the shirt. Search lurk, murk, squirt, lurk, first. My nigga doing 4 plus 8 without a court date. Talked the other day, he say he doing okay. He good, he gaining weight. Ain't 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 pain. Eyes all red full of rage. And it's hard to escape from a dark place. Eastside niggas from the A. Niggas all ages. Trying to sell a pound at a dog cage. All the OGs around town was all A. Danger, sex, and drugs. X and R rated. Danger, sex, and drugs. Shit be outrageous. But don't get this shit fucked up. My boy, you're locked up. Once, nigga, double it 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. Talk a lot of smack, and I can back it up. Shout it when I shag, when I shack it up. I can put a puss on a platter like a platypus. Nap a head, nigga, hair and battered up. I said barber up, nigga, tattered up. I won't argue, nigga, bat it full. Cuz they ain't compatible. I'm finna catapult, but niggas knows more. And out of fuel. I won't. What the fuck y'all gonna do if I don't run out of fuel? Run out of fuel. That scares the fuck out of you. For a couple decades, been lettin' this text rain. From that day that I met Dre. So you live on the castrays from the second you press play. I suggest they do not test like an essay. Cuz like where my homies out west stay, we can just say. I'm like an R-A-P-E-R, got so many essays. Wait, he didn't just spell the word rapper and leave out a P, did he? R-P, rest in peace. Biggie and Pac, both of y'all should be living. But I ain't tryna beef with him. Cuz he might put a hit on me like KVD. Get him. That's the only way you're gonna be. Killing me ain't gonna be on no beat. Silly. I beat the beat. Silly on the grind like T-Gritty. Call me obesity. You think it's over? Wait, it's just me getting this meat. And it ain't gonna be pretty. Used to be A-Tall and I grew a little East A. Till I became God like James Todd. Now your arms are too short to be K-Brah. And D-Day small like DJ Paul. My new Benz better than your truck by far. Suck my balls. You either smoke crack or you're playing stickball in the street. Cuz you must be on base if you thinking you can touch my car. But if the whole world was out to get you. It'd turn you to a powder keg too. Dial Rittenhouse. Spitting rounds of text shoots like. And that ain't no sound effect. Neither was that 6-hour let's lose. I don't condone gun violence at schools. But I can't get these voices out my head. They're putting words in my mouth like alphabet soup. Got the most content on the continent. And constant compliments give me confidence. Across the common sense and incompetence. I'm cognizant that conflict's a consequence. Of accomplishments accomplished through competition. Conquered and conked him into unconsciousness. No conscious, I conjured as King Kong. And just call me kamikaze. And I'm concocting this. But nobody's 16's are touching these. My fucking index finger's fucking the meaner. Clutch on the 9mm. Tuck in the heat. Got the toaster. Like an English muffin. You know I mean toaster. Like you drink to something. But it's in a hoaster. I proceed to bust it. Fuck around and get popped like a leaner. Hutchins like I'm Alec Baldwin. What I mean is fucking you down. Who to growl in. Right between the fucking eyes. Shoot them all in. If you think you're fucking with me. You're gonna suffer the fucking repercussions. The reaper's coming to heathen. I'm heathen. Crumbly. I keep replenishing fuel. I won't. What the fuck y'all gonna do. If I don't. Run out of fuel. That scares the fuck out of you.