Lucky You Lyrics - Eminem

[Intro: Joyner Lucas] 

Whoa, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah 

[Chorus 1: Joyner Lucas] 

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 motherfuckin' ribbon (Yah I said it) 

Fuck the system, I'm that nigga, 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 

Fuck you too, woo! 

[Chorus 2: Joyner Lucas] 

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 

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[Verse 1: Joyner Lucas] 

Back on my bullshit, 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 shit, it's back to the pushin' 

These packs and I'm actually pumpin' 

Can't fuck 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 fuck 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 (Ayy) 

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) 

Bitch I'm a dog, call me "Cujo" (Rah) 

You play your cards, I reverse on you all 

And I might just draw 4 like a Uno (Bup) 

Cállate boca mejor, maricón, little puto, and all of you culo (Joyner) 

They've invented a level up in the ghetto to get old 

Lookin' for somethin' I prolly can never find now 

Shit get relevant 'til the beef die down 

In truth a nigga just really want me tied down 

I've been alone and I never needed nobody 

Just only me and my shotty, I'll tell these niggas 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 a underdog who never lost hope (Yeah) 

You in the wrong cab down the wrong path 

Nigga, wrong way, wrong road (Woo, woo) 

Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast 

I just bought a fuckin' lawn mower (Vroom!) 

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[Chorus 3: 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 fuckin' recognition 

Fuck's the difference? 

I'm that cracker, bend the law, fuck the rules 

Man I used to risk it all, now I got too much to lose 

I've been eatin' long enough, man my stomach should be full 

I just ate, licked the plate, my buffet, lucky me 

Fuck you think? (Woo!) 

[Verse 2: Eminem] 

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 fuck 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 fuckin' ability 

To even stick to a subject, it's killin' me 

The inability to pen humility 

Ha-ta-ta ba-ta-ta, why don't we make a bunch of 

Fuckin' songs about nothin' and mumble 'em? 

Fuck it, I'm goin' for the jugular 

Shit is a circus, you clowns that are comin' up 

Don't give an ounce of a motherfuck 

About the ones that were here before you that made rap 

Let's recap, way back, MC's that wreak havoc on tape decks 

ADAT's, where the G Raps and Kanes 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 feedback 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' bitch) 

And if I pay it attention I'm probably makin' it bigger 

But you've been takin' ya dicks in the fuckin' back, ho (Get it?) 

On the brink, any minute got me thinkin' of finishin' 

Everything with 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 eatin' 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 shit, I got an elevator 

You could never say to me I'm not a fuckin' record breaker 

I sound like a broken record every time I break a record 

Nobody could ever take away the legacy I made, I never cater 

Motherfucker, now 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 to pour 

In that drought, y'all 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 

I'm back on that bull like the cowboy 

[Chorus 2: Joyner Lucas & Eminem] 

So y'all gotta move (Yeah), y'all gotta move (Yeah), 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