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When i pull up front up in martintar I dont use uber I call masada Sava na yaqona just 2 jugs gah Bar one sa bau full sa ga ya Bitches on my phone try blow em C’s up Im on airplane mode mana blow that weed up I didnt bring a cone Mana roll em Z ‘s up Someone tryna fucking snitch tell up shut the fuck up Might not make it to the house party I might just pass out now Im think im done for the night i might just go home But DJ spinning the Kante now im feelin de pressure Play it 2 , 3 times now im feeling more fresher Im full dopest man Tacina waqa not Somebody turn up the ac Mann im soo feeling hot Right now shes…looking at me im looking at her Had a few shots Tonight id be sleeping hers

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Ps jid carried Lyrics: 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 niggas 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 wit' it if the money is miniature I've been mindin' my business, I'm business-minded I've been spendin' some time with the minister 'Cause them niggas 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 niggas hurtin' And murder's a common courtesy, for certainly R.I.P. be on the shirt, search, lurk, murk, squirt, dirt, first (forty-eight) My nigga 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 niggas from the A, niggas all ages Tryna sell a pound of the dog cage All the OGs 'round town was our age 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 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 a pussy on a platter like a platypus Nappy head, nigga, hair natted up I said, "Barbara, " a nigga tatted up I won't argue, nigga mad as fuck 'Cause they ain't compatible, I'm finna catapult But niggas know it's goin' down, down, down, down, dow-dow-dow-dow-

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Nate Dogg the GOAT

Verse Who influenced Avian influenza Was it healthcare Or pill dispensers And aid hustles For forest fires Turned city fires Makes civil hires Makes homemade I mean hoe made I mean bitch mades Outta those retired And a white Christmas Turned to red Christmas Turned to blue snow And moms already tired

🙏 bro

2025 still vibin

JID: 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 niggas 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 wit' it if the money is miniature I've been mindin' my business, I'm business-minded I've been spendin' some time with the minister 'Cause them niggas 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 niggas hurtin' And murder's a common courtesy, for certainly R.I.P. be on the shirt, search, lurk, murk, squirt, dirt, first (forty-eight) My nigga 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 niggas from the A, niggas all ages Tryna sell a pound of the dog cage All the OGs 'round town was our age 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 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 a pussy on a platter like a platypus Nappy head, nigga, hair natted up I said, "Barbara, " a nigga tatted up I won't argue, nigga mad as fuck 'Cause they ain't compatible, I'm finna catapult But niggas know it's goin' down, down, down, down, dow-dow-dow-dow- If I run out of fuel, I won't What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't Run out of fuel? Down, down, down, down, dow-dow-dow-dow- (run out of fuel) That scares the fuck out of you (Eminem): 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 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, get 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 BK brawl Indeed, they small like DJ Paul (woo) My new Benz better than your truck by far Bitch, suck my balls You either smoke crack or you're playin' stickball in the street 'Cause you must be on base if you're 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, Marshall, kill, kill, kill) 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 conflict's a consequence Of accomplishments accomplished through competition I've conquered and conked 'em into unconsciousness Though conscious, I conjure this King Kong and just Call me "Kamikaze, " I'm concoctin' this (woo, my bad) But nobody's sixteen's are touching These motherfuckin' index fingers fuckin' 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 Fuck 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 fuckin' eyes Shoot 'em all in if you think you're fuckin' with me You're gonna suffer the fuckin' repercussions The reaper's comin', a heathen, I'm Ethan Crumbley I keep replenishing fuel while the beat I'm punishin' If I run out of fuel, I won't What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't Run out of fuel? Down, down, down, down, dow-dow-dow-dow- (run out of fuel) That scares the fuck out of you

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This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - Unbelievably Fire - Disco Inferno - Curtis James Jackson III 50 Cent [Produced By Christopher Styles Crawford & DangerousLLC] [Year: 2005] [Album: The Massacre] [Official Music Video]

Can you do under the influence instrumental with hook by Eminem

This sing is what happened to me around early October of last year

It's time to face the music (oh) A stay of execution No more distribution (the fuck you doin'?) You did this to me I'm right back on my bullshit, right back out in these streets Just remember that you did this to yourself (yeah, you did it yourself) Now, you gotta suffer the consequences Back up to bat and swingin' for the fences (remember that) Let's make one thing clear (here) Here, my dear My resolute for this year No pollution, fresh air My solution, long hair with a fat ass, I'm deadass Mile high club 'til I jеt lag Rothstein flow, Casino And you're just like Ginger, we know Singlе negro, I don't need your (Double standards and hypocrisy) And that fake handholdin' on Father's Day You a different motherfucker when you not with me Been sleepin' with the enemy, mockery It's like I'm John F. Kennedy, shots at me Yes, I'm president of debauchery None of that bullshit ever got to me 'Cause your pillow Brillo, ditto Breakin' this shit down little by little I ain't got time for the fuckin' pom-poms Shoulda never let this dog out of the kennel Wastin' time, debatin' 'bout Who I'm with when I'm not around Just don't forget who you fuckin' with When steppin' on hallowed ground 'Cause you did this to me (yeah, I'm) Right back on my bullshit, right back on these streets Just remember that you did this to yourself (yeah, you did it yourself) But now you gotta suffer the consequences (and sorry isn't gonna help) Now how many times have I got burnt And tried to act like I'm not hurt? Or take you back and we not workin' Like clockwork, this shit is agony You're draggin' me, Glocks burst Just remember, you drawed first, you ain't toe taggin' me Ho-bag, any blowback, you deserve Get the bozack, bitch, my soul's blackening So actually, this could've been a lot worse (watch) I could've name-dropped you in my verse (yeah) But out of respect for your daughter I won't blow your spot up 'cause your toddler Does not deserve to get caught up in our dirt (yeah) And good luck with the father Bitch, you're stuck with him now, ah-fuckin'-ha Word to the doctor, these are wounds you cannot nurse Hope it's drivin' you bonkers that I'm not yours (oh, no) Guess I must've got wise, you are not sly Just 'cause you can make up an on-the-spot lie I'm comin' out, guns blazin', shots fired Hand sani', I'm cutting off ties Bitch, everything you own's in a box, bye Guess it's back to the trailer and pot pies Hope I pull up to the window at Popeyes One day and you'll be servin' me hot fries (you did this to me) Taste of your own medicine, you shedded skin Yeah, you reptilian bitch Off with your knees (yeah), beggin' for forgiveness Yeah, look at you, marry him again, bitch You ain't Em's bitch, you just regular him's bitch We will never be together again, ever And when you're in bed with him and you wish you was with me Just remember that You did this to me (yeah, now) I'm right back on my bullshit Right back out on these streets (look what you did) Just remember that you did this to yourself (yeah, you did it yourself) Now, you gotta suffer the consequences (and sorry isn't gonna help) Remember that (Michelle) you did this to me (yeah) I'm right back on my bullshit Right back out in these streets (fuck around and made you famous) Just remember that you did this to yourself (yeah, you did it yourself) But now you gotta suffer the consequences (So when I'm hittin' someone else and you're) Wastin' time, debatin' 'bout Who I'm with when I'm not around Just don't forget who you fuckin' with When steppin' on hallowed ground

Need this instrumental without hook

This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - Unbelievably Fire - Patiently Waiting - Curtis James Jackson III 50 Cent Feat EminemMusic [Produced By EminemMusic] [Year: 2003] [Album: Get Rich Or Die Tryin] [Official Music Video]

This beat is THE shit.

[Verse 1: Eminem] Gen Z, here they come now (Now) 'Bout to unload rounds (Brrt) Pronouns (Shit) Got me like, "Woah now" (Woah) Homie, let's slow down (Chill) No need to get so wound (Man) Ready to throw down (Yo) If I mispronounce (Thee, them) Whoops (Sorry), oh wow Got heterosexuals crammin' 'em down our throats now (He, she, they, them) Like I'm gettin' snow-plowed My humor's too low-brow (Yup) Yeah, so there's no doubt (Nope) You 'bout to get grossed out (Ugh) But fuck it though, somebody needs to come and hit the reset button Back to 2003 'cause how did we get stuck in This woke BS? I'm tryna make it regress, fuck 'em And I don't regret nothin' that's 'bout to be said, so fuck it, we can keep headbuttin' Still a grade-A prick, but the same way (What?) Cobain put the gauge to his brain, I'm goin' out with a bang, ayy (Yeah) Dang, Dre Look what you made me do, maybe you the one they should blame, they Say they wish that I wasn't so angry (Yeah) Don't wanna see me goin' off the deep end like Ye, ayy (No, nah) Rather see me do like Kim Kardashian, they say (Yeah) Yeah, and find a way to get rid of all of this rage, ayy (Haha) But if you wonder, "Why is Marsh considered the harshest spitter?" (Why?) 'Cause I can spit a bar like it's a Cross between Nas and GZA, Biggie Smalls, and RZA So hard, Megan Thee Stallion and Nicki Minaj'll scissor (Cut it out) You're still the press's wet dream (Yeah) Too many head shrinks (Oh) My head thinks foul, I've said things when jesting They should arrest me for my testes (Ah) The biggest in the South, West, East, North and catch be (Ah) Evidence swept clean With extreme lengths and steps being took to suppress things (Why?) Try not to get seen With Ben Affleck, me, and Seth Green hangin' on to the left wing Of Jeffrey Epstein's jet screamin', "Hey, don't forget me" (Haha) Shady as Bill, takin' the pill and putting it in your soft drink (Ah) Something's off and I don't know what the cause be (Yeah) But it's obvi', this water I'm in is scalding Ominous thoughts creep in my head and it's not me They brainwashed me (Marshall, Marshall) And that's all she wrote, yeah, that's why they call me [Verse 2: Eminem] Knock, knock (Who's there?), boo (Boo who?) Hey, why you cryin', shorty? Ew, 'cause I boo'd you (Woah) Well, bitch, I'm tryna get some head up in this Subaru But you have no clue what you doin', do you? You fall asleep or somethin'? Hello, yoo-hoo Wake up, fake slut, I'm out of here, screw you What, did you drop dead in my lap? You call that head? I suck my dick better than you do, haha Yeah, I'm sick like the terminally ill (What?) But more like sick as in the term "mentally ill" Antichrist, how come you can't be nice? Look who's talkin', dog, like Brian from Family Guy (Huh) But who else is as pitiless, actually witty and crass, hideous Ghastly, and insidious as me, or spitting as nasty? Next idiot ask me is getting his ass beat worse than Diddy did **** But on the real, though (What?) She probably ran out the room with his fuckin' dildo (Come here) He try to field goal punt her, she said to chill (No) Now put it back in my ass and get the steel toe (Ew, ah, the fuck? Yeah) Got nightmares, goin' Freddy on me (Why?) 'Cause they steady haunt me (Yeah, oh) Shady's bad to the core, but look at the bread he got me (Bread) Complete lack of remorse, so they've come at me before, but they won't ever stop me But fuck the back and the forth until I'm dead and rotting Head is probably whacked and it's warped like Jack Kevork' Performin' sexual acts with a corpse If they don't like it, like a necrophiliac in the morgue (What?), fuck everybody (Haha, yeah) I don't appeal to you, you was one of them children whose (What?) Parents fed every meal to you on a platter and silver spoon I am a product of what Farina and powdered milk'll do (What?) To your drive when them rappers like Jada bring out the will in you (Woo) 'Cause now my shit slaps harder than Will'll do, word to Gorilla Glue (Why?) I don't need sticky fingers to steal on you (Nah) Lyrical killer who punish you, every syllable sonnin' you (Yeah) Your hides, I tanned 'em like bicycles built for two Stickin' a clip in the Uz' that I've been itchin' to use, lookin' like Nikolas Cruz My trigger's happy, it's ticklish, true, Travis Bickle 'em too, we gettin' rude This shit'll go sideways like you're tippin' a canoe, bitch, I'm sick as the flu (Bitch) How the fuck are you gonna fit in my shoes? Look at my views, all the shit I've been through So, sympathy, I don't have any for you, stickin' it to all you idiots who Take my lyrics a little bit too literal, you can all suck on my dick and if you Don't wanna get ripped, better get the fuck back, bitch, I'm here to do what Dre sent me to do (What?) That's sinfully get to spitting this shit, devil in me and I do his bidding, his name is

Yo, Dre, yeah I'ma just lay back on this one Let me apologize in advance (I like that) Fuck it, forgive me (alright) Fuck it, I don't mean to sound (you ready?) Arrogant (fuck it, yeah), but Yeah, my head up in the sky again (whoo) But even that, my stacks are higher than Money pile like Tony Stark's, that's how much I earn, man (damn) Girl, my head is swole, I feel incredible as the Hulk Meaning I'm trying to smash So come get in line like Santa and climb up inside my lap (come on) While I devise a plan (kidnap) Won't be talkin' about Purell (yeah) when Santa ties your hands And I am an industrial-strength high-end brand frying pan Rap is something that I've just had the skill at for some time And I'm an artist who can draw a crowd like a diagram Like drawing breath from your diaphragm I've achieved every aspiration that I have had Got a diamond plaque or two or three or four But that don't change my attitude, I got a bad one I got a bad one She just gotta put up with my shit, I'm going platinum You just gotta put up with my wrist, I'm going diamond I just put Fidel up on the link, I'm going gold now I love all of my records, but she said I got a bad one She just gotta put up with my shit, I'm going platinum You just gotta put up with my wrist, I'm going diamond I just Fidel up on the link, I'm going gold now I love all of my records, but she said I got a bad one (yeah) One minute, you're here, next minute, you're gone, don't sit there and scoff Lil' bitch, you can knock the shit about me being immature off It isn't my fault, the liquor is often twisting my thoughts You said you're looking for miniature golf Thought you said looking for men to jerk off Your mouth is a hole (what?), that means my dick is engulfed Sick as a dog with croup cough (what?) Biggie is gone and 2Pac (yeah) And I'm still alive and you not the Wu, dog So, who died and made you God? (Huh? Bitch) Anything can set my mood off, attitude, I've always had one My temper is like the bitch I just scooped up, I got a bad one I got a bad one She just gotta put up with my shit, I'm going platinum You just gotta put up with my wrist, I'm going diamond I just put Fidel up on the link, I'm going gold now I love all of my records, but she said I got a bad one She just gotta put up with my shit, I'm going platinum You just gotta put up with my wrist, I'm going diamond I just put Fidel up on the link, I'm going gold now I love all of my records, but she said I got a bad one (yeah) This whole sub-genre with all these corny white rappers, I'm not a fan of it It ain't my fault, but like sock puppets, I had a hand in it (oops) This thousand bucks in my hand is just like what Candace did When she turned her back on her own race 'cause I have abandoned it One of the greatest who did it, look what I came up through You never made it to the level that I made it to So similar to a dinner table, I ate at you (sorry) Haters, I made a few, but like when Three Stacks just plays the flute I ain't got shit to say to you (nah) And me offending you's nothing new (nah) Fuck it, it's what I love to do This is subterfuge, just to screw with you And yeah, this much is true This sounds like something that Puff would do At the party with Aaron Hall 'Cause I just love to fuck with you (whoa) A line of blush, foundation kit 'Cause it's you I make upset Brain is dead, space cadet Like when Ye forgets to take his meds So when they get mad or angry at A statement that I may have said I just say, "Man, I didn't say that shit, Shady did" 'Cause all I do is write the rhymes and then Wait for that beat to play, spit 'em Trigger finger, make like a green beret Like he would get a submachine to spray with 'em (brrt) I should go back to those sleeping aids Because I'm so stuck in my evil ways Then I'm fucked either way The people still seem to think they want the old me 'til they get him Got 'em up in arms like monkey bars (yeah) The fucking bomb, word to Puffy, I'm I'm blowing up like Kid Cudi's car In front of his house where all his buddies are Just another day at the office But it seems like Marsh's fucking job is done Mission accomplished, he pulled off his stunt And pissed a billion people off at once (yeah) But I gotta keep going Tyson on Kelly (what?) I bodied him twice and already That little motherfucker's back throwing subs (like what?) Like a food fight at the deli And that is why E got the attitude he got like Liza Minnelli My male ego is the size of the belly on Jelly Roll And bitch, I got a bad one I got a bad one She just gotta put up with my shit, I'm going platinum You just gotta put up with my wrist, I'm going diamond I just put Fidel up on the link, I'm going gold now I love all of my records, but she said I got a bad one She just gotta put up with my shit, I'm going platinum You just gotta put up with my wrist, I'm going diamond I just Fidel up on the link, I'm going gold now I love all of my records, but she said I got a bad one

Mozambique

This could definitely be remixed for a diss track

the good parts 0:09 2:04 3:26

Theres three different types of Eminem tracks, slim shady, Eminem, and Marshal Mathers, this is def a Marshal Mathers track

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How do you get this beats with the hooks? I’ve been trying to do it myself so I can remix beats, and just in case you don’t have it, I can do it…can you give me some tips on how to do it?

Nate Dogg Forever. Still Nobody Does It Better in 2025

WHAT IS IT THE BRAIDS???

Rip nate dogg you'll be missed😢😢😢😢😅😅

Tiddies😂

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Play this at my funeral

Hey, I was doing just fine before I met you I drink too much and that's an issue, but I'm okay Hey, you tell your friends it was nice to meet them But I hope I never see them again I know it breaks your heart Moved to the city in a broke-down car, and Four years, no calls Now you're looking pretty in a hotel bar And I, I, I, I, I can't stop No, I, I, I, I, I can't stop So, baby, pull me closer In the back seat of your Rover That I know you can't afford Bite that tattoo on your shoulder Pull the sheets right off the corner Of that mattress that you stole From your roommate back in Boulder We ain't ever getting older We ain't ever getting older We ain't ever getting older You look as good as the day I met you I forget just why I left you, I was insane Stay and play that Blink-182 song That we beat to death in Tucson, okay I know it breaks your heart Moved to the city in a broke-down car, and Four years, no call Now I'm looking pretty in a hotel bar And I, I, I, I, I can't stop No, I, I, I, I, I can't stop So, baby, pull me closer In the back seat of your Rover That I know you can't afford Bite that tattoo on your shoulder Pull the sheets right off the corner Of that mattress that you stole From your roommate back in Boulder We ain't ever getting older We ain't ever getting older We ain't ever getting older

My favorite new song - mesmerizing!

This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - Unbelievably Fire - The People - Rashid Lonnie Lynn Jr. Common Feat Andwele Gardner [Produced By Kanye West] [Year: 2007] [Album: Finding Forever] [Official Music Video]

4:36 - 4:53

ts fire fr😭😭😭🙌

Come ' on Tudidu

Wow... the nostalgia...

❤My tema expectating❤

Smokin' trees, I'm ridin' 'round, come to my side of town Lately, it's been goin', goin', goin', goin', goin' down Come see how heavy it get, I done seen way too much stress as a jit Death in this section was present, we preppin' for war, so we feel like we better equipped Brodie got demons he keep to his self, prolly won't ever know, 'cause he never gon' snitch Hella resentment from lettin' it sit, I say, "I got him", I'm never gon' miss I done put way too much prep into this, back on your bumper how I'm wreckin' this bitch I keep on talkin' 'bout healin' that's never gon' happen, you know that I'm steppin' on shit I say the feelin' I get from me killin' a rapper just show me that Heaven exist Shootin' 'til ain't nothin' left in the clip, shootin' 'til I get respect in this bitch I might just go get a Tec in this bitch, I might just go at the ref in this bitch Guessin' you think this shit new to me, huh? Guess you ain't know what's fuelin' me, huh? I just had enemy shoot at me, tell me, just what could this industry do to me, huh? Helpin' the hood and the homies and plus the community think that it's two of me, huh? Know where I go when it's over, I run outta gas, they gon' say that they through with me, huh? Aw, shit, when all this shit gon' get better? Bitches just fuckin' whoever Nigga just sayin' whatever, niggas gon' fold under pressure, honestly I ain't no better I had to hop out the hole and got cold as a shoulder, I turned my emotion into sweater I had to garner the power to work on my soul, I ain't tryna be broken forever I see the smoke, and start runnin' into it, shawty you losin' is so therapeutic I kinda think that you want it to happen, got put in a corner, you forced me to do it You gotta tell me that bein' a rapper is hangin' with rappers, and I ain't into it I'm with the shit, and I'm ready to prove it, waitin' on Marshall to say I can do it This shit goin' down, down, down, down, dow-dow-dow-dow- If I run outta fuel, I won't What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't Run outta fuel? (Down, down, down, down, run outta fuel) that scares the fuck outta you (look) I was slept on and left for dead, sweat, wept, and bled for a game that barely kept me fed Ain't want the fame, just a spec of cred, nowadays, I take a check instead The pen been steps ahead, if you mention him, them boys wet the bed Get on a track with GRIP and get knocked out like yo' daddy did Whatever Deebo said to Craig, we can go head-to-head Niggas play hard on the app, at they mama crib hatin' on bars in a rap From nigga that still starve in the trap, clap back, and it's, "GRIP, you're takin' it too far, just relax" These words I discard on the wax, shit deeper than the cars and the racks The fashion and gas, so when a star interacts, got the soul of a field nigga with scars on his back So pardon me if part of me feel an itch to click, pitch a fit, blitz a bitch, split ya shit GRIP in the kitchen with instant grits, flick the wrist, they wish he'd miss, he's six for six Go back through the discog', it's obvious I'm the godliest, yeah, I'm sonnin' y'all I took the summer off, just to let 'em get, they mumbles off about blocks that they ain't spun at all The uninvolved underdog Summoned from a drunken slumber to pummel y'all, but they don't wanna brawl This shit ain't even fun no mo', I mean, don't nobody wanna come outside They like, "You should do a song with so-and-so, or maybe such and such" this shit done, I tried They must not got it in their arsenal or metacarpal to pick the pen up and out-ink the man Hm, but then again I'm partial, it really took Marshall just for me to get a feature? Damn I know rap's what I started with, but when your target market's lethargic to the bars you spit It's harder to put your heart in it, but come too far to quit, now I'm on to guitars and shit So don't find it jarrin' if I switch the whole style up, want the old GRIP? Go get the old album Any genre, same outcome, I'm on that bih with a stick like Malcolm Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah Run outta fuel, I won't What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't Run outta fuel? (Down, down, down, down, run outta fuel, yeah) that scares the fuck outta you I was up to my waist in debt, better yet, face and neck, tryna chase a check Sweat, labor for minimal as wages get, just tryna get me a dub like a blank cassette (yeah) I worked for peanuts 'til the day I met Dre and that gave me a little raise in net, now Nothin' is close to disgustin' as what I gross, so this must mean that what I wrote Makes me the illest rapper there is, was, or ever will be That's the real reason I still squeeze, and I fill these bars with so much vitriol (yeah), these Voices in my head convince me, I bet that Ted Kaczynski'll feel me 'Cause I serial-kill beats like Israel Keyes, my peripheral sees Everythin' through his POVs, the rap G-O-D From Little Caesars to fill arenas, I made it big, word to Lil' Cease (yeah) "Fuel" remix, so who'll be picked next, whose name's gonna be next up? Notorious B.I.G.'s death was the domino effects of 2Pac's murder, like facial tissue, whose clock should I clean next? Puff's? 'Til he's in police handcuffs, guilty, will he step up? (Yeah) Like G. Dep and turn himself in, who knows all the murders they'll pin on me next So prepare for me to not choose none of my words carefully I've been comparable to Ivan The Terrible, I'll take a paraplegic And I'll slam his wheelchair on the cement at physical therapy treatment Then laugh hysterically, these wimps are like Slim's hair when he bleached it Y'all need to lighten up, I give a fuck, I don't care in the least bit Kiss every square inch of my white rear end, I guarantee That my elevator's stuck somewhere between two levels, emcees won't ever see (yeah) I spit bars so barbarically, a fuckin' parakeet wouldn't dare repeat I'll never be runnin' outta steam or kerosene (down, down, down, down, dow-dow-dow-dow-) If I run outta fuel, I won't What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't Run outta fuel? (Down, down, down, down, run outta fuel, dow-dow-dow-dow-) that scares the fuck outta you

this beat's takin' me back to my D12 days When we hit the club to go and hell-raise Probably end up baggin' a cocktail waitress And takin' her straight back to the Motel 8 Yeah, Bizzare's tryna get a lapdance Off a Xanax and Jack Dan' (ayo) Stripper walk by, I'm like, "Goddamn" She's like, "That's harassment" I'm like, "Yeah, and?" (Woo) Holy Toledo, it's Miss Ohio That's the best ass I've seen in a while We should be datin', she's from Cleveland But she's a Bengal, this chick is catty Is that a mini-skirt if it's a maxi? That's the shortest thing for a dress since an addy She said, "Fuck off", and threw her liquor at me (It's one of those kinda nights) (Then I said, I said) If you wanna go hard tonight Well then the smoke and the bottle are on me, ah Slip into the red dress you like When we arrive we probably won't leave, ah I love the way you move like that When you push your body on mine, oh my You wanna smoke, drink, dance until the sun rise It's one of those kinda nights This beat keeps takin' me back, like my ex does Only 'cause how good the sex was Hit up the next club, met Alexa But she was so extra, called her etcetera Had her like, "Oh my God, my whole iPod's filled with your songs, I mow my lawn to 'em" I said, "Oh my God, you know my songs? That's totally awesome, I'm Marshall, what's goin' on?" Ah (haha) Seriously though, jokes aside, how you doin'? You straight? She said, "No, I'm bi" She said, "Are you drunk?", I said, "No, I'm high" I'm checkin' out the chick, she said, "So am I" What's in the cup? Let me see that Girl, where the rest of that promethazine at She said, "Cool, gotta run out to my Cadillac though And I'll be like Fat Joe, and bring the lean back" Then I said If you wanna go hard tonight Well then the smoke and the bottle are on me, ah Slip into the red dress you like When we arrive we probably won't leave, ah I love the way you move like that When you push your body on mine, oh my You wanna smoke, drink, dance until the sun rise It's one of those kinda O-M-G Like the gas in the tank, she's gettin' low on me Says she wants go with me I said, "Go with you where?" She said, "Out" I said, "I'm a candle, I'll go out if you blow on me" Walk her out to the parkin' lot Here comes the brigade Turnt like a flip page, Swifty look shitfaced Say peace to McVay, me and this chick take off like a sick day Drivin' around, I said, "Let's pull over" She said, "No problemo", windows are dark tint Roll up the car windows Monte Carlo in park, bumpin' Bizarre's demo Gettin' head in the bucket, Marshmello Yeah, I never in the club met a woman worth knowin' But if you're hoein' Opposites attract, I'm someone, you're a no-one I'm high and you're bi I'm comin', you're going If you wanna go hard tonight Well then the smoke and the bottle are on me, ah Slip into the red dress you like When we arrive we probably won't leave, ah I love the way you move like that When you push your body on mine, oh my You wanna smoke, drink, dance until the sun rise It's one of those kinda nights