Lyrics Lucky You [feat. Joyner Lucas].lrc Eminem
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[ar: Eminem]
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[ti: Lucky You [feat. Joyner Lucas]]
[length: 04:05]
[00:02.53]Whoa, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah
[00:06.55]
[00:10.11]Yeah, I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit it
[00:14.49]I don’t take back what I say, if I said it, then I meant it
[00:17.52]All my life I want a Grammy, but I’ll prolly never get it
[00:20.63]I ain’t never had no trophy or no motherfuckin’ ribbon (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[00:23.97]Fuck the system, I’m that nigga, bend the law, cut the rules
[00:26.95]I’m about to risk it all, I ain’t got too much to lose (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[00:30.02]Y’all been eatin’ long enough, it’s my turn to cut the food (yeah)
[00:33.13]Pass the plate (yeah), where my drink (hol’ up)?
[00:34.79]This my day (yeah, yeah), lucky you, fuck you too, woo!
[00:37.60]Y’all gotta move, y’all gotta move, y’all gotta move
[00:40.60]Give me some room (woo!), give me some room (hey!), give me the juice
[00:43.93]Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot
[00:46.86]Y’all gotta move (boom, bap), y’all gotta move (woo!), give me the juice
[00:50.06]Back on my bullshit, my back to the wall
[00:51.59]Turn my back on you, all of you finished (bap, bop, bop)
[00:53.02]Back to these bullets, it’s back to the job
[00:54.58]Pull my MAC out and all of you runnin’ (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[00:56.18]Back on my hood shit, it’s back to the pushin’
[00:57.86]These packs and I’m actually pumpin’
[00:59.13]Can’t fuck with you rappers, you practically suckin’ (yuh)
[01:00.63]You might’a went platinum, but that don’t mean nothin’
[01:02.14]I’m actually buzzin’ this time
[01:03.37]Straight out the kitchen, I told ’em the oven is mine
[01:05.25]I do not fuck with you guys (woo!)
[01:06.79]If I don’t kill you, just know you gon’ suffer this time (yeah!)
[01:08.49]I ain’t no gangster, but I got some bangers
[01:09.83]Some chains and some blades and a couple of knives
[01:11.86]Choppers and jammies, a partridge, a pear tree
[01:13.21]My Twelve Days of Christmas was nothin’ but lies (I)
[01:15.27]Run at you hard like a sumo (sumo)
[01:16.88]They say I talk like a chulo (chulo!)
[01:18.42]I live on Mars, I’m not Bruno (woo!)
[01:19.77]Bitch, I’m a dog, call me Cujo (rah)
[01:21.31]You play your cards, I reverse on you all
[01:22.95]And I might just draw four like a Uno (bup)
[01:24.44]Cállate boca mejor, maricón
[01:26.06]Little puto, and all of you culo (Joyner)
[01:27.48]They’ve invented a level up in the ghetto to get old
[01:29.07]Lookin’ for somethin’ I prolly can never find now (yeah, yeah)
[01:30.64]Shit get relevant ’til all the beef die down (yeah)
[01:32.37]In truth, a nigga just really want me tied down (bop, bop)
[01:33.77]I’ve been alone and I never needed nobody
[01:35.18]Just only me and my shawty, I’ll tell these niggas to lie down
[01:37.03]Keep all the money, I never wanted the lifestyle
[01:38.33]I just pray to God that my son’ll be alright now (woo! Woo!)
[01:39.98]I said ain’t no love for the other side
[01:41.66]Or anyone who ever want smoke (Joyner)
[01:43.22]When I die, I’m goin’ out as the underdog who never lost hope (yeah)
[01:46.37]You in the wrong cab, down the wrong path
[01:48.12]Nigga, wrong way, wrong road (woo! Woo!)
[01:49.56]Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast
[01:51.00]I just bought a fuckin’ lawn mower (vroom!)
[01:51.77]I done said a lotta things in my day, I admit it
[01:54.73]This is payback in a way (yeah), I regret it that I did it
[01:58.06]I done won a couple Grammys, but I sold my soul to get ’em (ah)
[02:01.06]Wasn’t in it for the trophies (nah), just the fuckin’ recognition
[02:04.31]Fuck’s the difference? I’m that cracker, bend the law, fuck the rules
[02:07.39]Man, I used to risk it all, now I got too much to lose
[02:10.53]I’ve been eatin’ long enough, man, my stomach should be full
[02:13.62]I just ate, licked the plate, my buffet, lucky me, fuck you think? (Woo!)
[02:17.87]I got a couple of mansions
[02:19.32]Still, I don’t have any manners
[02:20.83]You got a couple of ghostwriters
[02:22.34]But to these kids, it don’t actually matter
[02:23.83]They’re askin’ me, “What the fuck happened to hip-hop?”
[02:25.69]I said, “I don’t have any answers”
[02:26.79]’Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album
[02:28.39]It hurt me like hell, but I’m back on these rappers (yeah)
[02:30.06]And actually comin’ from humble beginnings
[02:31.56]I’m somewhat uncomfortable winning
[02:32.83]I wish I could say, “What a wonderful feeling!
[02:34.34]We’re on the upswing like we’re punchin’ the ceiling!”
[02:35.84]But nothin’ is feeling like anyone has any fuckin’ ability
[02:38.02]To even stick to a subject, it’s killin’ me
[02:39.97]The inability to pen humility
[02:41.48]Ha-ta-ta, ba-ta-ta, why don’t we make a bunch of
[02:43.10]Fuckin’ songs about nothin’ and mumble ’em?
[02:44.74]Fuck it, I’m goin’ for the jugular
[02:45.70]Shit is a circus, you clowns that are comin’ up
[02:47.37]Don’t give an ounce of a motherfuck
[02:48.56]About the ones that were here before you that made rap (yeah)
[02:50.37]Let’s recap, way back, MC’s that (what?)
[02:52.17]Wreak havoc on tape decks (woo)
[02:53.33]ADAT’s, where the G Raps and Kanes at?
[02:55.10]We need 3 Stacks ASAP and bring Masta Ace back
[02:57.23]’Cause half of these rappers have brain damage
[02:59.10]All the lean rappin’, face tats, syruped out like tree sap
[03:01.52]I don’t hate trap (nah), and I don’t wanna seem mad
[03:03.13]But in fact (yeah), where the old me at? The same cat
[03:05.24]That would take that feedback and aim back, I need that
[03:07.74]But I think it’s inevitable they know what button to press
[03:09.51]Or what lever to pull to give me to snap though (lil’ bitch)
[03:11.16]And if I pay it attention, I’m prob’ly makin’ it bigger
[03:12.68]But you’ve been takin’ ya dicks, and I’m fuckin’ back, ho (get it?)
[03:14.36]On the brink, any minute got me thinkin’ of finishin’
[03:15.69]Everything with acetaminophen and reapin’ the benefits
[03:17.28]I’m asleep at the wheel again, as I begin to thinkin’ about
[03:18.76]An evil intent of another beat I’ma kill again
[03:20.39]’Cause even if I gotta end up eating a pill again
[03:22.14]Even ketamine or methamphetamine with the minithin
[03:23.42]It better be at least 70 or 300 milligram
[03:24.92]And I might as well ’cause I’ma end up bein’ a villain again
[03:26.88]Levels to this shit, I got an elevator
[03:28.07]You could never say to me, I’m not a fuckin’ record breaker (yeah)
[03:29.74]I sound like a broken record every time I break a record
[03:31.26]Nobody could ever take away the legacy I made, I never cater
[03:33.15]Motherfucker, now I got a right to be this way
[03:35.14]I got spite inside my DNA (yeah)
[03:36.60]But I roll ’til the wheels fall off, I’m working tirelessly, ayy
[03:39.96]It’s the moment y’all been waitin’ for like California
[03:42.31]Wishin’ rain to pour in that drought, y’all
[03:43.98]Been prayin’ for my downfall (yeah)
[03:45.53]From the 8 Mile to the Southpaw
[03:47.18]Still the same Marshall, that outlaw
[03:48.71]That they say as a writer might’ve fell off
[03:50.34]I’m back on that bull like the cowboy
[03:51.92]So y’all gotta move, yeah, y’all gotta move, yeah, y’all gotta move
[03:55.21]Give me some room (woo!), give me some room (hey!), give me the juice
[03:58.46]Hop out the coupe (Joyner!), hop out the coupe (Joyner!), hop out and shoot
[04:01.36]Y’all gotta move (boom, bap), y’all gotta move (woo!), give me the juice
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