Fuel

Fuel (Shady Edition|Explicit) - Eminem/WESTSIDE BOOGIE/GRIP

Lyrics by：Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers/D. Porter/H. LeMon Bey/Thomas Forbes/Anthony Tremaine Dixson/Kyle Clow

Composed by：Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers/D. Porter/H. LeMon Bey/Thomas Forbes/Anthony Tremaine Dixson/Kyle Clow

Produced by：Mr. Porter/Eminem

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 to 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 probably 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 *****

I keep on talkin' 'bout healin' that's never gon' happen

You know that I'm steppin' on ****

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 *****

I might just go get a TEC in this *****

I might just go at the ref in this *****

Guessing you think this **** new to me huh

Guess you ain't know what's fuelin' me huh

I just had enemies 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 out of gas

They gon' say that they through with me huh aw ****

When all this **** gon' get better ******* just ******* 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 **** and I'm ready to prove it

Waitin' on Marshall to say I can do it

This **** goin' down down down down dow-dow-dow-dow

If I run out of fuel I won't

What the **** y'all gon' do if I don't

Run out of fuel

Down down down down dow-dow-dow-dow

That scares the **** out of 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