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letra de lucky you lyrics (feat. joyner lucas) - eminem

woah
joyner, joyner
yah, yah, ya
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 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-gg-
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
p-ss 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 bullsh-t, my back to the wall
turn my back on you wall and you’re finished
back to these bullets, it’s back to the job
put my mac on all of you runnin’
back on my hood sh-t, it’s back to the pushing these packs and i’m actually pumpin’
can’t f–k whatchu rapping
you practically suckin’, you might’ve went 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, 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
b-tch, 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
cã¡llate la boca maricã³n le cuto and all of you culo
they’ve invented a level off in the ghetto to ghetto lookin’ for something that prolly they can never find out
shake irrelevant and tell ’em to beef right now
and you would n-gg- you really want me tied down
i’ve been alone and never needed n-body
just only me and my shotty
i’ll tell these n-gg-s 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 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
n-gg- wrong way, wrong road
snakes in the gr-ss, tryna slither fast
i just bought a f–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 done won a couple grammys but i sold my soul to get ’em
wasn’t in it for the trophies, just the f–kin’ recognition
f–k’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? (woo!)

i got a couple of mentions, 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 alb-m and it hurt me like h-ll 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 a f–king ability to even stick to a subject
it’s k!lling me, the inability to pin humility
hatata batata
why don’t we make a bunch of f–kin’ songs about nothin’
and mumble, oh f–k it
i’m goin’ for the jugular

sh-t is a circus, you clowns that are comin’ up
don’t give an ounce of mother f–k about the ones
that were here before you to make raps
let’s recap
way back, mc’s that
recap, and take dex
eight dats with the g raps and
kane’s at, we need three stacks
a$ap, and bring back 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, would told me at the same cat that would take that
feedback and aim back, i need that

but i think it’s inevitable they’d have a b-tton to press or a lever
to pull that would give me the snap though (little b-tch)
and if i paid attention then i’d probably be makin’ it bigger
but you’ve been taking the d-cks on the f–kin’ back hoe (get it?)
and about to break any minute
it got me thinkin’ of finishin’ everything
with acetaminophen then reapin’ the benefits
i’mma sleep at the wheel again
as i’m thinking about an evil that’s in it
and then i’mma beat up and k!ll him
’cause even if i gotta end up eating a pill again
even ketamine or methamphetamine
or anything, it better be at least 70 to 300mg
i might as well because i’ma end up being a villain 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
n-body 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 spite 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 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 have fell of
but got back up on that bull like a cowboy

so 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

- feat joyner lucas eminem

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