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 Kelly mom
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 been mindin` my business
I`m business mindin`
I 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 synagogu¬Ö
or a mosque a temple a church
Th¬Öm brown skin`s seen many niggas hurtin`
And murder`s a common courtesy for certainly
R.I.P. D on the shirt search
lurk murk squirt durk 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
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 now go back it up
Shawty wanna shag wanna shack it up
I can put a pussy on the platter like a platypus
Nappy hair nigga hair natted up
I said "Barbara" nigga tatted up
I won`t argue nigga mad as fuck
`Cause I ain`t compatible I`m finna catapult
But niggas know it`s goin`
Down down down down do-do-do

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 do-do-do
(Run out of fuel)
That scares the fuck 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 when my homies out west
ayy (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 did 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 beat K-Rod
Indeed they small like DJ Paul (Woo)
My new Benz better than your truck by far
Bitch suck my balls
You either smoke crack
and you`re playin` stick ball in the street
`Cause you must be on base
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 (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 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`ma)
Across the common sense
and incompetence (Uh)
Incognizant the conflict`s are consequence
Of accomplishments
that conference through compeitish
If conquered done conked him
into unconsciousness
Through conscious I conjure that
King Kong had just called me "Kamikaze"
I`m gun cocked to this (Woo my bad)
Nobodies 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 it
Fuck around and get popped
like Halyna Hutchins
Like I`m Alec Baldwin
what I mean is buckin` you down
coup de grace then
Right between the fuckin`
I shoot `em all in
if you think you`re fuckin` with me
You`re gonna suffer the fuckin` repercussions
The reaper`s comin` to heathen
and I need it from me
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 do-do-do
(Run out of fuel)
That scares the fuck out of you