• Title:Lucky You
  • Artist:Eminem;Joyner Lucas
  • Album:Kamikaze
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    Producer:Eminem/Joyner Lucas
    Joyner Lucas:
    Whoa Joyner Joyner yeah yeah yeah
    Yeah I done did a lot of things in my day I admit it
    I don't take back what I say if I said it then I meant it
    All my life I want a Grammy but I'll prolly never get it
    I ain't never had no trophy or no motherf**kin' ribbon
    F**k the system I'm that n**ga bend the law cut the rules
    I'm about to risk it all I ain't got too much to lose
    Y'all been eatin' long enough it's my turn to cut the food
    Pass the plate
    Where my drink
    This my day lucky you
    F**k you too woo
    Y'all gotta move y'all gotta move y'all gotta move
    Give me some room give me some room give me the juice
    Hop out the coupe hop out the coupe hop out and shoot
    Y'all gotta move y'all gotta move give me the juice
    Back on my bullsh*t my back to the wall
    Turn my back on you all of you finished
    Back to these bullets it's back to the job
    Pull my MAC out and all of you runnin'
    Back on my hood sh*t it's back to the pushin'
    These packs and I'm actually pumpin'
    Can't f**k with you rappers you practically suckin'
    You mighta went platinum but that don't mean nothin'
    I'm actually buzzin' this time
    Straight out the kitchen I told 'em the oven is mine
    I do not f**k with you guys
    If I don't kill you just know you gon' suffer this time
    I ain't no gangster but I got some bangers
    Some chains and some blades and a couple of knives
    Choppers and jammies a partridge a pear tree
    My twelve days of Christmas was nothin' but lies
    I run at you hard like a sumo sumo
    They say I talk like a chulo chulo
    I live in Mars I'm not Bruno woo
    B**ch I'm a dog call me Cujo rah
    You play your cards I reverse on you all
    And I might just drop 4 like a Uno bup
    Cállate boca mejor maricón little puto and all of you culo
    They've invented a level off in the ghetto to ghetto
    Lookin' for somethin' I prolly can never find now
    Sh*t get relevant until the beef die down
    In truth a n**ga just really want me tied down
    I've been alone and I never needed nobody
    Just only me and my shawty I'll tell these n**gas to lie down
    Keep all the money I never wanted the lifestyle
    I just pray to God that my son'll be alright now
    I said ain't no love for the other side
    Or anyone who ever want smoke
    Joyner
    When I die I'm goin' out as the underdog who never lost hope
    You in the wrong cab down the wrong path
    N**ga wrong way wrong road
    Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast
    I just bought a f**kin' lawn mower
    Eminem:
    I done said a lotta things in my day I admit it
    This is payback in a way I regret it that I did it
    I done won a couple Grammys but I sold my soul to get 'em
    Wasn't in it for the trophies just the f**kin' recognition
    F**k's the difference
    I'm that cracker bend the law f**k the rules
    Man I used to risk it all now I got too much to lose
    I been eatin' long enough man my stomach should be full
    I just ate lick the plate my buffet lucky me
    F**k you think
    Woo
    I got a couple of mansions
    Still I don't have any manners
    You got a couple of ghost writers
    But to these kids it don't actually matter
    They're askin' me
    What the f**k happened to hip-hop
    I said I don't have any answers
    'Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album
    It hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappers
    And actually comin' from humble beginnings
    I'm somewhat uncomfortable winning
    I wish I could say
    What a wonderful feeling
    We're on the upswing like we're punchin' the ceiling
    But nothin' is feeling like anyone has any f**kin' ability
    To even stick to a subject it's killin' me
    The inability to pin humility
    Hatata batata why don't we make a bunch of
    F**kin' songs about nothin' and mumble 'em
    F**k it I'm goin' for the jugular
    Sh*t is a circus you clowns that are comin' up
    Don't give an ounce of a motherf**ker
    'Bout the ones that were here before you to make raps
    Let's recap way back MC's that wreak havoc on tape decks
    ADATs where the G Rap's and Kane's at
    We need 3 stacks ASAP and bring Masta Ace back
    'Cause half of these rappers have brain damage
    All the lean rappin' face tats syruped out like tree sap
    I don't hate trap and I don't wanna seem mad
    But in fact where the old me at
    The same cat
    That would take that feed-back and aim back I need that
    But I think it's inevitable
    They know what button to press or what lever to pull
    To get me to snap though lil b**ch
    And if I'm payin' attention I'm probably makin' it bigger
    But you've been takin' ya d**ks in the f**kin' back ho'
    Get it
    On the brink any minute got me thinkin' of finishin'
    Everything wit' acetaminophen and reapin' the benefits
    I'm asleep at the wheel again
    As I peak into thinkin' about an evil intent
    Of another beat I'ma kill again
    'Cause even if I gotta end up eating a pill again
    Even ketamine or methamphetamine with the minithin
    It better be at least 70 to 300 milligram
    And I might as well 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain again
    Levels to this sh*t I got an elevator
    You could never say to me I'm not a f**kin' record breaker
    I sound like a broken record every time I break a record
    Nobody could ever take away the legacy I made a navigator
    Motherf**ker know I got a right to be this way
    I got spite inside my DNA
    But I wrote 'til the wheels fall off I'm workin' tirelessly ayy
    It's the moment y'all been waitin' for
    Like California wishin' rain would pour in that drought
    Y'all have been prayin' for
    My downfall from the 8 Mile to the Southpaw
    Still the same Marshall that outlaw
    That they say as a writer might've fell off
    But back on that bull like the cowboys
    Joyner Lucas/Eminem:
    So y'all gotta move yeah
    Y'all gotta move yeah
    Y'all gotta move