Artist: Eminem f/ Joyner Lucas Album: Kamikaze Song: Lucky You Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Joyner Lucas] Whoa, Joyner, Joyner Yeah, yeah, yeah [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 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: 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! [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 y'all 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 +12 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) bitch I'm a dog, call me Cujo (woof) 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 They've invented a level off in the ghetto to ghetto, lookin for somethin I prolly can never find now Shit get relevant until 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 shawty, I tell these niggaz 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 (yeah!) You in the wrong cab down the wrong path, nigga wrong way, wrong road (woo!) Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast, I just bought a fuckin lawn mower (vroom!) [Eminem] I have said a lot of 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 been eatin long enough? Man my stomach should be full, I just ate Lick the plate, my buffet, lucky me, fuck you think? (woo!) I got a couple of mansions, still I don't have any manors/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 pin humility, hatata-batata, why don't we make a bunch of fuckin songs about nothin and mumble 'em! Fuck it, I'm goin for the jugular/juggler 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 to make raps, let's recap, way back MC's that, wreak havoc on tape decks, ADAT's with the G Raps, and Kane's hat 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' bitch) And if I'm payin attention I'm probably makin it bigger but you've been takin the dicks in the fuckin back hoe (get it?) On the brink in a 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 eating a pill again Even ketamine or methamphetamine with a 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 a navigator Motherfucker know I got a right to be this way, I got spite inside my DNA But I rode '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 And 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/rider might've fell off, I'm back on that bull like the cowboy [Chorus: 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!