Эминем, JID - Fuel

Eminem Fuel

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 repеnt in a synagogue or a mosque, a templе, a church
Them brown skin's seen them men 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