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      Lucky You (Ft Joyner Lucas)

      Lucky You (Ft Joyner Lucas)


      Album: Kamikaze

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      Eminem - Lucky You (Ft Joyner Lucas) Música y Letra

      Joyner, Joyner
      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 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 eating long enough
      It's my turn to cut the food
      Pass the plate
      Where my drink?
      This my day
      Lucky you
      Fuck you too, woah!
      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, how 'bout I shoot?
      Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move
      give me the juice
      Back on my bullshit, my back to the wall
      Turn my back on you all and you're finished
      Back to these bullets, it's back to the job
      Put my MAC on and all of you runnin'
      Back on my hood shit, it's back to the pushing
      These packs and I'm actually pumpin'
      Can't fuck what you rapping, you practically suckin'
      You might've went platinum, but that don't mean nothin'
      I'm actually buzzin' this time
      Straight out the kitchen, I told them the oven is mine
      I do not fuck with you guys
      If I don't care you just know that you gonna suffer this time
      I ain't no gangster but I got some banging
      Some chains and some blades in, and a couple of knives
      Choppers and jammies, a partridge in a pear tree
      My twelve days of Christmas was nothing but lies
      Why don't you holla like a sumo (sumo)
      They say I talk like a chulo
      I live in Mars, I'm not Bruno
      Bitch, I'm a dog call me Cujo
      You play your cards, I reverse on you all
      And I might just drop four like an Uno
      Cállate boca mejor, maricón, liltle puto, and all of you culo
      They've invented a level off in the ghetto to ghetto
      lookin' for something that prolly can never find out
      Shake irrelevant and tell 'em to beef right now
      What you would nigga? You really want me tied down
      I've been alone, I never needed nobody
      Just only me and my shotty
      I'll tell these niggas to lie down
      Keep all of the money I never wanted the lifestyle
      I just pray to God that my son be alright now
      I said ain't no love for the other side
      or anyone who ever want smoke
      When I die I'm going out as the underdog
      who never lost hope
      You in the wrong cab down the wrong path
      Nigga wrong way, wrong road
      Snakes in the grass, tryna slither fast
      I just bought a fuckin' lawn mower
      I have 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 been eating 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 manners
      You got a couple of ghost writers
      but to these kids it don't actually matter
      They're asking 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 coming from humble beginnings
      I'm somewhat of uncomfortable winning
      I wish I could say "what a wonderful feeling"
      We're on the upswing
      like we're punching the ceiling
      But nothing is stealing, like anyone has any fucking ability
      To even stick to a subject, it's killing me
      the inability to pin humility
      Hatata batata
      "Why don't we make a bunch of fuckin' songs about nothin'
      And mumble", and 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 to make raps
      it's recap
      Way back, MC's that
      Recap, and tape decks
      Eight DATs with the G raps and
      Kane's at, we need three stacks
      ASAP, and bring lap Masta Ace back
      Because 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
      With a old-me at the same cat that would take that
      Feedback and aim back, I need that
      But I think it's inevitable
      They all got button to press
      or a lever to pull
      It gives me the snap though (little bitch)
      And if I paid attention I'd probably makin' it big
      But you've been taking the dicks
      On the fuckin' gag, hoe (get it?)
      On the brink in a minute
      Got me thinkin' of finishin' everything
      With acetaminophen then reapin' the benefits
      I'ma sleep at the wheel again
      As I peak into thinking about an evil intent
      Of another beat 'em and kill again
      'Cause even if I gotta end up eating a pill again
      Even ketamine or methamphetamine
      With the Manidon, it better be at least 70 to 300mg
      And I might as well 'cause I'ma end up being 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 never got a right to be this way
      I got spite inside my DNA
      But I work 'til the wheels fall off, I'm workin' tirelessly, aye
      It's the moment y'all been waiting for
      Like California wishin' rain'd pour
      And that drought y'all have been praying for
      My downfall from the 8 Mile to the Southpaw
      Still the same Marshall that outlaw
      That they say is a writer might've fell off
      But back on that bull like the cowboys
      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, how 'bout I shoot?
      Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move
      give me the juice

      Eminem - Lucky You (Ft Joyner Lucas) Música y Letra






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