Eminem feat. Joyner Lucas – Lucky You (Lyrics | Video)

Lyrics “Lucky You” by Eminem feat. Joyner Lucas

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 prolly never get it
I ain’t never had no trophy
Or no mother f**kin’ ribbon

F**k the system, I’m that n**ga
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
F**k 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 bulls**t, my back to the wall turn
My back to you all you turn to finish
Back to these bullets, it’s back to the job
Put the mac on all of you runnin’
Back on my hood s**t, it’s back to the pushing
These packs and I’m actually ..
Can’t f**k whatchu rapping, you basically suckin’

You might’ve gone platinum but that don’t mean nuthin’
I’m actually buzzin’ this time
Straight out the kitchen, I told them the oven is mine
I do not f**k witchu 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, some blades, and a couple of knives
Choppers and jammies, a partraige and pantry
My twelve days of Christmas was nothing but lies

Why don’t you holla like a sumo
They say I talk like a chulo
I live in Mars, I’m not Bruno
B**ch I’m a dog call me Cujo
You play your cards, I might just go all in
I might just drop off like an Uno

Callate boca .. and all of you cu*o
They’ve invented a level up in the ghetto
Lookin to prolly they can never find out
Shake .. and tell em to ..
You would never really want a n**ga like me tied down
I’ve been alone and never needed nobody
Just only me and my shorty
I’ll tell these n**gas 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 any one who wanna smoke
When I die I’m going out as the underdog who never lost hope
You in the wrong cab down the wrong path
N**ga wrong way, wrong road
Snakes in the grass, tryna slyther fast
I just bought a motherf**kin’ 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 don’t want a couple Grammys
But I sold my soul to get ’em
Wasn’t in it for the trophies
Just the f**kin’ recognition
What’s the difference

I’m that cracker bend the law, f**k 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, f**k you think woah

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 asking me what the f**k happened to hip-hop
I said I don’t have any answers
‘Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album
And 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 f**king ability to even stick to a subject
It’s killing me, the inability to pin humility

Why don’t we make a bunch of f**kin songs about nuthin
And mumble, oh f**k it, I’m goin’ for the jugglin’
This s**t is a circus, you clowns that are comin up
Don’t give an ounce of motherf**ker
About the ones that were here before you to make raps
Let’s recap, way back, and cease that
Recap, and take Dex, ain’t that what’s OG rap
.. with the three stacks
ASAP, and that, Mr. 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 infact, would’t old me at the same cat that would take that
Feedback and aim back, I don’t need that

But I think it’s inevidable they’d have a button to press
That lever to pull that would give me the snap tho
And if I paid attention then I’d probably be makin’ it bigger
But you’ve been taking the d**ks on the f**kin’ back hoe
And on the .. it got me thinkin of finishin everything
But I see the minute then I reap in the benefits
I’mma sleep in the .. been thinking about an evil
Thats in it and then I’mma beat up and kill him
‘Cause even if I gotta end up eating a pill again
Ketamine or methenamine or anything it better be at least 70 to 300mg
I might as well because Imma end up being a villian again

Never should’ve gotten an elevator
You could never say to me I’m not a f**kin record breaker
I sound like a broken record every time I break a record
Nobody could ever take away the legacy that I have made
A mother f**ker ain’t got a right to be this way
I got swipe inside my DNA
But I work until my wheels fall off
I work tirelessly, aye

It’s the moment y’all have been waiting for
Like California which ain’t rain ..
And that drought y’all have been praying for
My downfall from the 8 Mile to the Southpaw
Still the same Marshall that they outlaw
That they say is a writer might have fell of
But got back up on that bull like a cowboy

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…

➤ Produced by Eminem, IllaDaProducer, Boi-1da & Jahaan Sweet
Album: Kamikaze
Eminem & Joyner Lucas 2018

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