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• Artist Name: Eminem Ft Joyner Lucas
• Song Name: Lucky You
• Album: Kamikaza
• Song Category: Hip-Hop/Rap
• Year Recorded: 2018

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Eminem – Lucky You Ft. Joyner Lucas Lyric

[Intro: Joyner Lucas]
Wow, Joyner, Joyner, yes, yes, yes

[Chorus 1: Joyner Lucas]
Yes, I did many 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 wanted a Grammy, but I never got it
I’ve never had a trophy or a fucking recognition (Yeah I said it)
Fuck the system, I’m That nigga, I bend the law, I break the rules
I’m about to risk it all, I ain’t got much to lose
You guys been eating long enough, it’s my turn to cut the food
Pass the plate! Where is my drink? This is my day, you’re lucky
Fuck you too, wuh
[Chorus 2: Joyner Lucas]
You gotta move, you gotta move, you gotta move
Give me some space, give me some space, give me the juice
Get out of the coupe, get out of the coupe, get out and shoot
You gotta move, you gotta move, give me the juice

[Verse 1: Joyner Lucas]
Back on my shit, back to the wall
I turn my back on y’all, you’re fucked
Back with these bullets, back to work
Pull out my MAC and y’all run
Back in my hood shit, back in prison
Sell these packs and I’m actually moving ’em
Can’t fuck with your rappers, they practically suck
You could be platinum but that don’t mean a thing
Actually, I’m fine this time
I went straight to the kitchen, I told them the oven is mine
I don’t fuck with you
If I don’t kill you, I just know you’re going to suffer this time
I’m not a gangster but I’ve got some thugs
Some chains and some blades and a couple of knives
Assault rifles and guns, a partridge, a pear tree
My twelve days of Christmas was nothing but lies (Ayy)
I crush you hard like a sumo (Sumo)
They say I talk like a pimp (pimp)
I live on Mars , I’m not Bruno (Woo)
Bitch I’m a dog, call me “Cujo” (Rah)
You play your cards, I invest everything
And I could drop the 4 as a Uno (Bup)
Shut the fuck up, you fagot, bitch, and y’all are ass (joyner)
They’ve made up a ghetto to ghetto level
Looking for something I can never find now
This shit will be relevant til the war dies
Seriously a nigga really want me strapped down
I’ve been lonely and never needed nobody
Just me and my girlfriend, I’ll tell these niggas rest
up Keep all the money, I never wanted that lifestyle
I just pray to God that my son is alright now
I said there’s no love for the other side
Or anyone that anyone ever had to fight (Joyner)
When I die I’m gonna Be the underdog that never gave up hope (Yeah)
You’re in the wrong booth on the wrong track Nigga
, wrong road, wrong track (Woo, woo)
Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast
I just bought a motherfuckin’ lawn mower (Vroom!)
[Chorus 1: Eminem]
I’ve said a lot of things in my day, I’ll admit
This is a payback, in a way, I’m sorry I did I’ve
already won a couple of Grammys, but I sold my soul to get
them I’m not here for the trophies, Just for the fucking recognition
. Shit, what’s the difference?
I’m that white man, I bend the law, I break the rules
Man, I used to risk it all, now I’ve got too much to lose
I’ve had enough, man, my stomach should be full
I finished eating, licked the plate, my buffet, I’m lucky
Fuck it , what do you think? (Woo!)

[Verse 2: Eminem]
Got a couple of mansions
Still no manners
Got a couple of ghost writers
But these kids don’t really care . 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 like hell but I’m back with these rappers
And actually I come from humble beginnings
I’m kind of uncomfortable winning
I wish I could say ‘What a feeling wonderful!”
“We’re up there like we’re drilling through the ceiling!”
But nothing feels like anyone has any fucking ability
To stick with a topic, it’s killing me
The inability to have humility
Ha-ta-ta ba-ta-ta, why don’t we do a bunch of
shitty songs about nothing and mumbling?
Fuck it, I’m going for the jugular
This shit is a circus, the clowns are coming
They don’t give an ounce of shit
About who was here before you rap
Let’s go back, way back, the MCs that wreaked havoc on the
ADAT tapes, Where are the gangster raps and the Kane’s?
We need 3 stacks ASAP and bring Masta Ace back ‘
Cause half these rappers are brain damaged
Rapping on lean, face tattooed, syrup like tree sap
I don’t hate trap, and I don’t want to sound mad
But, in fact, where is the old me? the same cat
He’d take that feedback and aim for his targets, I need him
But I think it’s inevitable
They know which button to push or which lever to pull
To make me pop (little bitch)
And if I’m paying attention I’m probably making it bigger
But you’ve been feeling dicks for back, bitch (get it?)
On the verge, at any moment, I got to thinking about ending it
All with acetaminophen and having the benefits
I’m asleep at the wheel again
As I think about an evil attack
From another beat, I’m going to kill again again
Because even if I have to end up eating a pill again
Even ketamine or methamphetamine with the minithin
It better be at least 70 to 300 milligrams
And also be because I’ll end up being a villain again
Fuck the levels, I’ve got a lift
You could never tell me I’m not a fucking record breaker I sound like a broken
record every time I break a record
No one could take my legacy away, I’m a navigator
Motherfucker, I have a right to be this way
I’ve got a grudge inside my DNA
But I’ll write until the wheels fall off, I’m working tirelessly, ayy
It’s the moment everyone’s been waiting for
Like That in California, a rain will fall
In that drought everyone’s been praying
for My fall from 8 Mile to Southpaw
Still the same Marshall, that Outlaw
They say a writer might have fallen
but I’m back on that bull like the cowboys
[Chorus 2: Joyner Lucas & Eminem ]
So you gotta move ( Yeah ), you gotta move ( Yeah ), you gotta move
Gimme some room, gimme some room, gimme the juice
Get out the coupe, get out the coupe Come out and shoot
They gotta move, they gotta move, give me the juice