Fuel (Shady Edition)

[00:00.80] Smokin' trees, I'm ridin' 'round, come to my side of town

[00:02.92] Lately, it's been goin', goin', goin', goin', goin' down

[00:07.17] Come see how heavy it get, I done seen way too much stress as a jit

[00:09.29] Death in this section was present, we preppin' for war, so we feel like we better equipped

[00:12.48] Brodie got demons he keep to his self, probably won't ever know, 'cause he never gon' snitch

[00:16.22] Hella resentment from lettin' it sit, I say "I got him," I'm never gon' miss

[00:19.39] I done put way too much prep into this, back on your bumper how I'm wreckin' this bitch

[00:23.13] I keep on talkin' 'bout healin' that's never gon' happen, you know that I'm steppin' on shit

[00:26.56] I say the feelin' I get from me killin' a rapper just show me that Heaven exist

[00:30.03] Shootin' 'til ain't nothin' left in the clip, shootin' 'til I get respect in this bitch

[00:33.45] I might just go get a TEC in this bitch, I might just go at the ref in this bitch

[00:37.19] Guessing you think this shit new to me, huh? Guess you ain't know what's fuelin' me, huh?

[00:40.38] I just had enemies shoot at me, tell me, just what could this industry do to me, huh?

[00:43.83] Helpin' the hood and the homies and plus the community think that it's two of me, huh?

[00:47.56] Know where I go when it's over, I run out of gas, they gon' say that they through with me, huh? Aw, shit

[00:52.07] When all this shit gon' get better? Bitches just fuckin' whoever

[00:54.46] Nigga just sayin' whatever, niggas' gon' fold under pressure, honestly I ain't no better

[00:58.70] I had to hop out the hole and got cold as a shoulder, I turned my emotion into sweater

[01:01.90] I had to garner the power to work on my soul, I ain't tryna be broken forever

[01:05.34] I see the smoke, and start runnin' into it, shawty you losin' is so therapeutic

[01:09.06] I kinda think that you want it to happen, got put in a corner, you forced me to do it

[01:12.25] You gotta tell me that bein' a rapper is hangin' with rappers, and I ain't into it

[01:15.99] I'm with the shit, and I'm ready to prove it, waitin' on Marshall to say I can do it

[01:19.19] This shit goin' down, down, down, down, dow-dow-dow-dow—

[01:22.35] If I run out of fuel, I won't

[01:25.28] What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't

[01:28.99] Run out of fuel? (Down, down, down, down, dow-dow-dow-dow—)

[01:31.91] That scares the fuck out of you (Look)

[01:34.03] I was slept on and left for dead

[01:35.11] Sweat, wept, and bled for a game that barely kept me fed

[01:37.23] Ain't want the fame, just a spec of cred

[01:38.60] Nowadays I take a check instead

[01:40.18] The pen been steps ahead

[01:41.53] If you mention him, them boys wet the bed

[01:42.92] Get on a track with GRIP and get knocked out like yo' daddy did

[01:44.78] Whatever Deebo said to Craig, we can go head to head

[01:47.43] Niggas play hard on the app

[01:48.77] At they mama crib hatin' on bars in a rap

[01:51.16] From niggas that still starve in the trap

[01:52.48] Clap back and it's, "GRIP, you're takin' it too far, just relax"

[01:54.33] These words I discard on the wax

[01:56.21] Shit deeper than the cars and the racks

[01:57.80] The fashion and gas, so when a star interacts

[01:59.38] Got the soul of a field nigga with scars on his back

[02:01.25] So pardon me if part of me feel a itch to click

[02:03.12] Pitch a fit, blitz a bitch, split ya shit

[02:04.97] GRIP in the kitchen with instant grits

[02:06.56] Flick the wrist, they wish he'd miss, he's six for six

[02:08.47] Go back through the discog'

[02:09.56] It's obvious I'm the godliest, yeah, I'm sonnin' y'all

[02:12.20] I took the summer off

[02:13.01] Just to let them get they mumbles off about blocks that they ain't spun at all

[02:15.66] The uninvolved underdog

[02:16.73] Summoned from a drunken slumber to pummel y'all, but they don't wanna brawl

[02:18.86] This shit ain't even fun no more

[02:20.45] I mean, don't nobody wanna come outside

[02:22.29] They like, "You should do a song with so and so

[02:24.15] Or maybe such and such," this shit done, I tried

[02:25.50] They must not got it in their arsenal or metacarpal

[02:27.44] To pick the pen up and out-ink the man

[02:28.75] Hm, but then again I'm partial

[02:30.60] It really took Marshall just for me to get a feature? Damn

[02:33.00] I know rap's what I started with

[02:34.07] But when your target market's lethargic to the bars you spit

[02:35.94] It's harder to put your heart in it

[02:37.31] But come too far to quit, now I'm on to guitars and shit

[02:39.43] So don't find it jarrin' if I switch the whole style up

[02:41.31] Want the old GRIP? Go get the old album

[02:43.16] Any genre, same outcome

[02:45.02] I'm on that bitch with a stick like Malcolm

[02:46.87] Buck, buck, buck, buck

[02:48.29] Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck

[02:49.47] If I run out of fuel, I won't

[02:52.16] What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't

[02:56.41] Run out of fuel? (Down, down, down, down, dow-dow-dow-dow—)

[02:58.79] That scares the fuck out of you

[03:00.37] I was up to my waist in debt, better yet, face and neck, tryna chase a check

[03:03.72] Sweat, labor for minimal as wages get, just tryna get me a dub like a blank cassette (Yeah)

[03:07.19] I worked for peanuts 'til the day I met Dre and that gave me a little raise in net

[03:10.63] Now nothing is close to disgusting as what I grossed, so this must mean what I wrote makes me the

[03:14.61] Illest rapper there is, was, or ever will be

[03:16.75] That's the real reason I still squeeze and I fill these bars with so much vitriol

[03:21.27] These voices in my head convince me, I bet that Ted Kaczynski'll feel me

[03:24.77] 'Cause I serial kill beats like Israel Keyes

[03:27.45] My peripheral sees everything, you was POVs to rap G-O-D

[03:30.70] From Little Caesars to filled arenas, I made it big, word to Lil' Cease

[03:34.42] "Fuel" remix, so who'll be picked next, who's name gonna be next up?

[03:37.87] Notorious B.I.G.'s death was the domino effects of 2Pac's murder

[03:42.39] Like facial tissue, who's clock should I clean next? Puff's?

[03:45.04] 'Til he's in police handcuffs, guilty, will he step up?

[03:48.51] Like gee, never turned himself in, who knows all the murders they'll pin

[03:52.21] On me, mixed up, prepare for me to not choose none of my words carefully

[03:55.41] I've been comparable to Ivan The Terrible, I'll take a paraplegic

[03:59.38] And I'll slam his wheelchair on the cement at physical therapy treatment

[04:03.59] Then laugh hysterically, these wimps are like Slim's hair when he bleached it

[04:07.14] Y'all need to lighten up, I give a fuck, I don't care in the least bit

[04:10.15] Kiss every square inch of my white rear end, I guarantee that

[04:13.58] My elevator's stuck somewhere between two levels emcee's won't ever see

[04:16.78] I spit bars so barbarically, a fuckin' parakeet wouldn't dare repeat

[04:20.24] I'll never be runnin' out of steam or kerosene

[04:23.15] If I run out of fuel, I won't

[04:26.08] What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't

[04:30.07] Run out of fuel? (Down, down, down, down, dow-dow-dow-dow—)

[04:32.98] That scares the fuck out of you