Lucky You (Explicit) - Eminem/Joyner Lucas

Lyrics by：Marshall Mathers/M. Samuels/J. Sweet/Gary Lucas/R. Fraser

Composed by：Marshall Mathers/M. Samuels/J. Sweet/Gary Lucas/R. Fraser

Produced by：Boi-1da/Jahaan Sweet/illadaproducer/Eminem

Woah 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 mothe******** ribbon

Yeah yeah yeah

**** the system I'm that ***** bend the law cut the rules

I'm about to risk it all I ain't got too much to lose

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Y'all been eatin' long enough it's my turn to cut the food

Yeah

Pass the plate

Yeah

Where my drink

Hol' up

This my day

Yeah yeah

Lucky you **** you too woo

Y'all gotta move y'all gotta move y'all gotta move

Give me some room

Woo

Give me some room

Hey

Give me the juice

Hop out the coupe hop out the coupe hop out and shoot

Y'all gotta move

Boom bap

Y'all gotta move

Woo

Give me the juice

Back on my bull**** my back to the wall

Turn my back on you all of you finished

Bap bop bop

Back to these bullets it's back to the job

Pull my MAC out and all of you runnin'

Yeah yeah yeah

Back on my hood **** it's back to the pushin'

These packs and I'm actually pumpin'

Can't **** with you rappers you practically suckin'

Yuh

You might'a 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 **** with you guys

Woo

If I don't kill you just know you gon' suffer this time

Yeah

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 on Mars I'm not Bruno

Woo

***** I'm a dog call me Cujo

Rah

You play your cards I reverse on you all

And I might just draw four like a Uno

Bup

Cállate boca mejor maricón

Little puto and all of you culo

Joyner

They've embedded the level I been the ghetto to ghetto

Lookin' for somethin' I prolly can never find now

Yeah yeah

**** get realer but 'til all the beef die down

Yeah

In truth a ***** just really want me tied down

Bop bop

I've been alone and I never needed nobody

Just only me and my shawty I'll tell these ****** to lie down

Keep all the money I never wanted the lifestyle

I just pray to God that my son'll be alright now

Woo Woo

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

Yeah

You in the wrong cab down the wrong path

***** wrong way wrong road

Woo Woo

Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast

I just bought a **** in' lawn mower

Vroom

I done said a lotta things in my day I admit it

This is payback in a way

Yeah

I regret it that I did it

I done won a couple Grammys but I sold my soul to get 'em

Ah

Wasn't in it for the trophies

Nah

Just the **** in' recognition

****'s the difference

I'm that cracker bend the law **** 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 **** you think

Woo

I got a couple of mansions

Still I don't have any manners

You got a couple of ghostwriters

But to these kids it don't actually matter

They're askin' me "What the **** 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

Yeah

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 **** in' 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

******* songs about nothin' and mumble 'em

**** it I'm goin' for the jugular

**** is a circus you clowns that are comin' up

Don't give an ounce of a mother****

About the ones that were here before you that made rap

Yeah

Let's recap way back MC's that

What

Wreak havoc on tape decks

Woo

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

Nah

And I don't wanna seem mad

But in fact

Yeah

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 give me to snap though

Lil' *****

And if I pay it attention I'm prob'ly makin' it bigger

But you've been talking your ***** in the ******* 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 begin to 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 *************** with the minithin

It better be at least seventy or three-hundred milligram

And I might as well 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain again

Levels to this **** I got an elevator

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

Yeah

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

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

Mothe******* now I got a right to be this way

I got spite inside my DNA

Yeah

But I roll 'til the wheels fall off I'm working 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

Yeah

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

So y'all gotta move yeah y'all gotta move yeah y'all gotta move

Give me some room

Woo

Give me some room

Hey

Give me the juice

Hop out the coupe

Joyner

Hop out the coupe

Joyner

Hop out and shoot

Y'all gotta move

Boom bap

Y'all gotta move

Woo

Give me the juice