[Intro]

Smokin' trees, I'm ridin' 'round, come to my side of town

Lately, it's been goin', goin', goin', goin', goin' down

[Verse 1: WESTSIDE BOOGIE]

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, 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 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

Guessing you think this shit 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, 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—

[Chorus: Eminem & GRIP]

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—)

That scares the fuck out of you (Look)

[Verse 2: GRIP]

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 niggas 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 a 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 them 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 more

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 bitch with a stick like Malcolm

Buck, buck, buck, buck

Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck

[Chorus: Eminem]

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—)

That scares the fuck out of you

[Verse 3: Eminem]

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

Nothing is close to disgusting 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, 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

Everything through his POVs, the rap G-O-D

From Little Caesars to fill arenas, I made it big, word to Lil' Cease

"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?

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

I spit bars so barbarically, a fuckin' parakeet wouldn't dare repeat

I'll never be runnin' out of steam or kerosene

[Chorus: Eminem]

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—)

That scares the fuck out of you