Youmight not get in. it Look at me, look at you. Nuga deo apeulkka. You smart. nuga you are. Du nune pinunmul heureuge doendamyeon. So sorry nuga you are. Na eotteokae nayakan nal gyeondil su eopseo. Aesseo du nuneul garin chae. Sarangui sumtongeul kkeuneoyagesseo. Let's kill this love! Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah. Rum, pum,Original lyrics 7 translations [Intro Joyner Lucas] Whoa, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah[Bridge 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 Yah I said it 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[Verse 1 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 that 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 nines 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 Rah You play your cards, I reverse on you all And I might just draw 4 like a Uno Bup Cállate boca mejor, maricón, little puto, and all of you culo Joyner They've invented a level up in the ghetto to get old Lookin' for somethin' I prolly can never find now Shit get relevant 'til 'nother 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 shotty, I'll tell these niggas 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, woo Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast I just bought a fuckin' lawn mower Vroom![Bridge Eminem] I done 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've been eatin' long enough, man my stomach should be full I just ate, licked the plate, my buffet, lucky me Fuck you think? Woo![Verse 2 Eminem] 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 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 pen humility Ha-ta-ta ba-ta-ta, why don't we make a bunch of Fuckin' songs about nothin' and mumble 'em? 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 that made rap Let's recap, way back, MC's that wreak havoc on tape decks ADAT's, where the G Raps and Kanes at? 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 feedback 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 pay it attention I'm prob'ly makin' it bigger But you've been takin' ya digs in the fuckin' back, ho Get it? On the brink, any 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 eatin' a pill again Even ketamine or methamphetamine with the 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, I never cater Motherfucker, now I got a right to be this way I got spite inside my DNA But I wrote 'til the wheels fall off, I'm workin' tirelessly, ayy It's the moment y'all been waitin' for Like California wishin' rain to pour In 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 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 LuckyYou (feat. Joyner Lucas) Explicit Kamikaze · 2018 Lose Yourself (From "8 Mile" Soundtrack Eminem) [Lyric Video] 2020. Darkness (Vertical Video) 2020. Gnat 2020. Artist Playlists. See All Eminem Essentials The best Lirik Lagu Eminem - Lucky You Feat. Joyner Lucas ***Joyner Lucas*** Whoa, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, 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 motherf*ckin' ribbon F*ck 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 F*ck you too, woo! ***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 f*ck with you rappers, you practically suckin' You mighta went platinum, but that don't mean nothin' I'm actually buzzin' this time Straight out the kitchen, I told 'em the oven is mine I do not f*ck 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 twelve 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 B*tch I'm a dog, call me Cujo rah You play your cards, I reverse on you all And I might just drop 4 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'll tell these niggas 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 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 f*ckin' lawn mower ***Eminem*** I done 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*ckin' recognition F*ck's the difference? I'm that cracker, bend the law, f*ck 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 F*ck you think? woo! ***Eminem*** 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 askin' me, "What the f*ck 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 f*ckin' 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 F*ckin' songs about nothin' and mumble 'em! F*ck it, I'm goin' for the jugular Shit is a circus, you clowns that are comin' up Don't give an ounce of a motherf*ck About the ones that were here before you that made rap Let's recap, way back, MC's that wreak havoc on tape decks ADATs, where the G Rap's and Kane's at? 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 b*tch And if I'm payin' attention I'm probably makin' it bigger But you've been takin' ya dicks in the f*ckin' back, ho get it? On the brink, any 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 eatin' a pill again Even ketamine or methamphetamine with the 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 f*ckin' record breaker I sound like a broken record every time I break a record Nobody could ever take away the legacy I made, I never cater Motherf*cker know I got a right to be this way I got spite inside my DNA But I wrote '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 In that drought, y'all have been prayin' for My downfall from the 8 Mile to the Southpaw Still the same Marshall, that outlaw That they say as a writer might've fell off I'm back on that bull like the cowboys ***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 Lirik Lagu Eminem Feat. Joyner Lucas - Lucky You Penyanyi Eminem & Joyner Lucas Lagu Lucky You Album Kamikaze Rilis 2018 Thismy day, lucky you F*ck 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 Terjemahan lirik lagu Lucky You yang dibawakan oleh Eminem dan Joyner Lucas ini berisi tentang kemuakan sang pembawa lagu terhadap kultur musik rap yang sudah mulai di dominasi oleh musik rap mumble, disstrack ini termasuk kedalam Album Eminem yang berjudul Kamikaze. Terjemahan Lirik Lagu Eminem - Lucky You ft. Joyner Lucas [Joyner Lucas] Woah, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah Woah, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit it Yeah, saya selesai melakukan banyak hal di hari saya, saya mengakuinya I don't take back what I say, if I said it then I meant it Saya tidak menarik apapun yang telah saya katakan, jika saya katakan begitu maka artinya begitu All my life I want a Grammy but I'll prolly never get it Seluruh hidupku aku ingin piala Grammy tapi mungkin tidak akan pernah kudapatkan I ain't never had no trophy or no motherfuckin' ribbon Aku tidak pernah punya trofi atau lencana sialan Fuck the system, I'm that nigga, bend the law, cut the rules Persetan dengan sistem, itulah saya, tekuk hukum, potong aturannya I'm about to risk it all, I ain't got too much to lose Saya akan mengambil resiko, saya tidak rugi Y'all been eatin' long enough, it's my turn to cut the food Kalian semua makan cukup banyak, ini saatnya saya memotong makanan Pass the plate! Where my drink? This my day, lucky you Melewati piring-piring! mana minumanku? ini hari ku, beruntung kamu Fuck you too, woah! Persetan kamu, woah! Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move Kalian semua harus bergerak, kalian semua harus bergerak, kalian semua harus bergerak Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice Beri saya ruang, beri saya ruang, beri saya jus Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, how bout I shoot? Melompat keluar dari atap mobil, lompat keluar atap mobil, bagaimana jika saya tembak? Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice Kalian semua harus bergerak, kalian semua harus bergerak, beri saya jus Back on my bullshit, my back to the wall Kembali ke bualanku, punggungku bersandar ke dinding Turn my back on you all and you're finished Jika saya membalikan punggung kepada kalian semua, kalian semua selesai Back to these bullets, it's back to the job kembali ke peluru ini, ini kembali ke pekerjaan Pull my MAC out and all of you runnin' Kutarik pistol mesin keluar, kalian semua berlarian Back on my hood shit, it's back to the pushin' Kembali ke wilayah sialanku, ini kembali mendorong These packs and I'm actually pumpin' Kawanan ini dan saya sebenarnya sedang memompa Can't fuck with you rappers, you practically suckin' Tidak bisa berurusan dengan rapper sepertimu, praktis kamu menyebalkan You might've went platinum, but that don't mean nothin' Mungkin kamu telah mendapatkan Platinum, namun itu tidak berarti I'm actually buzzin' this time Saat ini sebenarnya saya sedang berdengung Straight out the kitchen, I told them the oven is mine Langsung menuju dapur, saya katakan kepada mereka oven itu milikku I do not fuck with you guys Saya sedang tidak bercanda denganmu saat ini If I don't care you just know that you gonna suffer this time Jika saya tidak peduli, ketahuilah kamu akan menderita saat ini I ain't no gangster but I got some bangers Saya bukan seorang gangster tapi saya seorang perampok Some chains and some blades in and a couple of knives Beberapa kalung dan beberapa pedang didalam dan dua buah pisau Choppers and jammies, a partridge in a pear tree Pentungan dan piyama, seekor burung partridge di pohon pir My twelve days of Christmas was nothin' but lies 12 hari Natalku bukan apa-apa melainkan hanya sebuah kebohongan Why don't you holla like a sumo sumo kenapa kamu tidak bersorak seperti seorang sumo sumo They say I talk like a chulo chulo Mereka bilang saya berbicara seperti seekor anjing chulo anjing chulo I live in Mars, I'm not Bruno Saya tinggal di Mars, tapi bukan Bruno Bitch I'm a dog, call me Cujo Jalang saya seorang anjing, panggil saya Cujo You play your cards, I reverse on you all Kamu mainkan kartumu, saya balikan semuanya kepadamu And I might just drop four like an Uno Dan saya mungkin hanya mengeluarkan kartu empat seperti Uno Cállate boca mejor, maricón, little puto, and all of you culo Diam lebih baik, homo, sedikit sialan, dan kalian semua keledai They've invented a level off in the ghetto to ghetto Mereka telah menemukan level dari suatu golongan ke golongan lainnya Lookin' for something that prolly can never find out Mencari sesuatu yang mungkin tidak akan pernah ditemukan Shake irrelevant and tell 'em to beef right now Menggoyang tidak relevan dan memberitahu mereka keadaan saat ini What you would nigga? You really want me tied down Apa yang kamu mau? kamu sangat ingin melihat saya jatuh terikat I've been alone and I never needed nobody Saya sendiri dan saya tidak pernah membutuhkan orang lain Just only me and my shotty, I'll tell these niggas to lie down Hanya saya dan senjata saya, saya akan memerintahkan mereka untuk tunduk Keep all of the money, I never wanted the lifestyle Simpan semua uang, saya tidak pernah mengincar gaya hidup I just pray to God that my son'll be alright now Saya hanya berdoa kepada tuhan untuk meminta anak saya baik-baik saja saat ini I said ain't no love for the other side Saya katakan tidak ada belas kasihan untuk sisi lain Or anyone who ever want smoke Joyner Atau siapapun yang ingin rokok Joyner When I die I'm goin' out as the underdog who never lost hope Ketika saya mati, saya akan hidup kembali sebagai anjing hitam yang tidak pernah hilang harapan You in the wrong cab down the wrong path Kamu didalam taksi yang salah dan arah yang salah Nigga wrong way, the wrong road Jalur yang salah, jalan yang salah Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast Ular meluncur cepat di rumput I just bought a fuckin' lawn mower Saya baru saja membeli mesin pemotong rumput sialan [Eminem] I have said a lotta things in my day Saya telah berkata banyak hal di hari saya I admit it, this is payback in a way Saya mengakuinya, ini adalah imbalan balik dalam perjalanan I regret it that I did it Saya menyesal saya telah melakukannya I done won a couple Grammys but I sold my soul to get 'em Saya telah memenangkan dua piala Grammy namun saya mengadaikan jiwa saya untuk mendapatkannya Wasn't in it for the trophies, just the fuckin' recognition Bukan untuk trofi, hanya untuk pertanggung jawaban sialan Fuck's the difference? Persetan dengan perbedaan? I'm that cracker! Itulah saya sang pemberontak Bend the law Menekuk hukum Fuck the rules Persetan dengan aturannya Man I used to risk it all Saya mengambil semua resiko-nya Now I got too much to lose Sekarang saya sudah rugi terlalu banyak I been eating long enough Saya telah makan cukup banyak Man my stomach should be full Seharusnya perutku sudah terisi penuh I just ate, lick the plate, my buffet Saya hanya makan, menjilati piring, prasmanan ku Lucky me Beruntungnya aku Fuck you think? woo! Persetan apa kau pikir! woo! I got a couple of mansions Saya punya dua rumah istana Still I don't have any manners Tetap saya tidak mempunyai tata krama You got a couple of ghost writers Kamu mempunyai dua penulis bocah But to these kids it don't actually matter Tapi sebenarnya bocah itu tidak terlalu berarti They're askin' me, "What the fuck happened to hip-hop?" Mereka bertanya padaku, "Apa yang telah terjadi di hip-hop?" I said, "I don't have any answers." Saya katakan "Saya tidak punya jawaban" 'Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album Karena saya mendapat kerugian saat merilis album belakangan ini It hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappers Itu membuatku sakit tapi aku kembali untuk rapper-rapper itu And actually comin' from humble beginnings Dan sebenarnya berasal dari awal yang sederhana I'm somewhat uncomfortable winning Saya agak tidak nyaman menang I wish I could say "What a wonderful feeling!" Saya berharap saya bisa mengatakan "Sungguh perasaan yang menakjubkan" We're on the upswing like we're punchin' the ceiling Kita naik seperti kita meninju atap langit But nothin' is stealing like anyone has any fuckin' ability Tapi tidak ada yang mencuri seperti ada yang punya kemampuan sialan To even stick to a subject, it's killin' me, the inability to pin humility Bahkan untuk tetap berpegang pada subjek, itu membunuhku, ketidakmampuan untuk menunjukan kerendahan hati Hatata batata, why don't we make a bunch of fuckin' Hatata batata, kenapa kita tidak membuat banyak saja Songs about nothin' and mumble! Lagu sampah tidak ada artinya dan seperi berkumur-kumur And fuck it, I'm goin' for the jugular Dan persetan itu, saya akan mencekik lehernya Shit is a circus, you clowns that are comin' up Ini adalah sirkus sialan, kamu adalah badut yang muncul Don't give an ounce of a motherfuck jangan beri sedikit pun keparat itu About the ones that were here before you to make raps, it's recap Sesuatu tentang orang-orang yang ada disini sebelum anda membuat rap, ini pengulangan Way back, MC's that recap and tape decks Jauh mundur kebelakang, kaset dan pengulangan MC ADAT's with the G raps and Kane's hat ADAT dengan rap G dan topi Kane We need 3 stacks ASAP, and bring Masta Ace back Kami membutuhkan 3 tumpukan CEPAT, dan bawa Masta Ace kembali Because half of these rappers have brain damage Karena setengah dari rapper-rapper itu mengalami gegar otak All the lean rappin', face tats, syruped out like tree sap Semua orang kurus itu ngerap, wajah bertatto, seperti getah pada pohon I don't hate trap, and I don't wanna seem mad Aku tidak benci jebakan. dan aku tidak ingin terlihat gila But in fact with a old-me at the same cat that would take that Tapi pada faktanya dengan tua-nya saya pada kucing yang sama yang akan mengambil itu Feedback and aim back, I need that Umpan balik dan mengarahkan balik. saya membutuhkan itu But I think it's inevitable Tapi saya pikir itu tidak bisa dihindari They all got button to press or a lever to pull Mereka semua punya tombol untuk menekan atau tuas untuk menarik They give me the snap though lil' bitch Mereka memberi saya tamparan dasar pelacur bocah And if I paid attention I'd probably makin' it big Dan jika saya berikan perhatian kemungkinan ini semua menjadi besar But you've been takin' the dicks in the fuckin' back, ho get it? Tetapi anda telah mengambil umpan dibelakan, ho mengerti? On the brink in a minute Diambang sebentar Got me thinkin' of finishin' everything Membuatku berpikir untuk menyelesaikan semuanya With acetaminophen then reapin' the benefits Dengan acetaminophen kemudian menuai manfaatnya I'ma sleep at the wheel again Saya tidur dibelakang kemudi lagi As I peak into thinkin' about an evil intent Ketika saya mulai memikirkan tentang niat jahat Of another beat 'em and kill again Menghajarnya dari belakang dan membunuhnya lagi 'Cause even if I gotta end up eatin' a pill again Karena bahkan jika aku harus memakan pil lagi Even ketamine or methamphetamine with the Manidon Bahkan ketamine ata methamphetamine dengan Manidon It better be at least 70 to 300 milligram Lebih baik setidaknya 70 sampai 300 miligram And I might as well 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain again Dan mungkin saya sepertinya berakhir sebagai seorang penjahat lagi Levels to this shit, I got an elevator Tingkatan ke tingkatan sialan ini, saya mendapatkan elevator You could never say to me I'm not a fuckin' record breaker Anda tidak akan pernah bisa mengatakan saya buka seorang pemecah rekor sialan I sound like a broken record every time I break a record Saya terdengar seperti memecahkan rekor setiap kali saya memecahkan rekor Nobody could ever take away the legacy, I made a navigator Tidak ada yang bisa merebut peninggalanku, saya membuat arah dan alur Motherfucker never got a right to be this way Keparat tidak pernah mempunyai hak menjadi seperti ini I got spite inside my DNA Saya mempunyai dendam didalam DNA saya But I work 'til the wheels fall off, I'm workin' tirelessly, ayy Tapi saya bekerja sampai roda anjlok, saya bekerja tanpa lelah, ayy It's the moment y'all been waitin' for Ini adalah momen yang kalian semua tunggu Like California wishin' rain would pour Seperti California mengharapkan sebuah hujan turun And that drought y'all have been prayin' for Dan berhentinya kekeringan yang kalian semua telah minta dalam doa My downfall from the 8 Mile to the Southpaw Kejatuhanku dari 8 mile sampai Southpaw Still the same Marshall that outlaw Tetap Marshall yang sama, yang tidak mengenal aturan hukum That they say is a writer might've fell off Yang mereka katakan sebagai penulis yang mungkin telah tumbang But back on that bull like the cowboys Tapi kembali kepada banteng itu seperi koboi [Joyner Lucas] Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move Kalian semua harus bergerak, kalian semua harus bergerak, kalian semua harus bergerak Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice Beri saya ruang, beri saya ruang, beri saya jus Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, how bout I shoot? Melompat keluar dari atap mobil, lompat keluar atap mobil, bagaimana jika saya tembak? Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice Kalian semua harus bergerak, kalian semua harus bergerak, beri saya jus Dapatkanlirik lagu Lounge, Lounge - Jeff Bass, Marky Bass, Eminem, Love Me (Feat. 50 Cent & Obie), Love Me - Obie Trice, Eminem & 50 Cent, Love The Way You Lie, Love You More, Low Down Dirty, Lucky You, Luv Me, Make Some Noise - KapanLagi.com Penyanyi/Artis Eminem. Judul lagu Lucky You. Genre Hip hop dan Trap. Lyric song Eminem - Lucky You. Lyric Eminem - Lucky You. Whoa, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, 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 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, 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, hop out and 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 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 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 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 twelve 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 Bitch I'm a dog, call me Cujo You play your cards, I reverse on you all And I might just draw four like a Uno Cállate boca mejor maricón little puto, and all of you culo They debated the level, I've been to ghetto to ghetto Looking for something I prolly could never find now Shit get real up 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 shotty, I'll tell these niggas 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 When I die I'm goin' 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 done 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 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 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 coming 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! 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 that made rap, let's recap Way back, MC's that wreak havoc on tape decks ADATs, where the G Raps and Kanes at? We need 3 Stacks ASAP, and bring 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, where the old me at? The same cat that would take that Feedback 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 the snap though lil' bitch And if I pay it attention I'm probably makin' it bigger But you've been takin' the dicks In the fuckin' back, ho get it? On the brink, any 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 eatin' a pill again Even ketamine or methamphetamine With the 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, I never cater Motherfucker now I got a right to be this way I got spite inside my DNA But I wrote '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 have been prayin' for My downfall from the 8 Mile to the Southpaw Still the same Marshall that outlaw That they say as a writer might've fell off I'm back on that bull like the cowboy 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 Terjemahan Bahasa Indonesia Eminem - Lucky You. Whoa, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah Ya, saya sudah melakukan banyak hal di hari saya, saya akui itu Saya tidak mengambil kembali apa yang saya katakan, jika saya mengatakannya maka saya bersungguh-sungguh Sepanjang hidup saya, saya menginginkan Grammy tetapi saya tidak akan pernah mendapatkannya Saya tidak pernah punya trofi atau pita motherfuckin Persetan dengan sistem, aku nigga itu, membengkokkan hukum, memotong aturan Saya akan mengambil risiko itu semua, saya tidak akan rugi terlalu banyak Kalian sudah makan cukup lama, giliranku untuk memotong makanan Lewati piring! Di mana minuman saya? Ini hari saya, beruntung Anda Persetan kamu juga, woah! Kalian harus bergerak, kalian harus bergerak, kalian harus bergerak Beri aku ruang, beri aku ruang, beri aku jus Keluar coupe, hop coupe, hop keluar dan tembak Kalian harus bergerak, kalian harus pindah, beri aku jusnya Kembali ke omong kosong, punggungku ke dinding Kembalikan saya pada Anda semua dan Anda sudah selesai Kembali ke peluru ini, itu kembali ke pekerjaan Tarik MAC saya keluar dan Anda semua tidak berlari Kembali ke omong kosong hood saya, itu kembali ke pushin ' Paket ini dan aku benar-benar memompa Tidak bisa bercinta dengan Anda rapper, Anda praktis suckin ' Anda mungkin pergi platinum, tetapi itu tidak berarti apa-apa Saya sebenarnya sedang sibuk saat ini Langsung keluar dapur, kukatakan pada mereka bahwa oven itu milikku Saya tidak bercinta dengan kalian Jika aku tidak membunuhmu, ketahuilah kau akan menderita kali ini Saya bukan gangster, tapi saya punya beberapa masalah Beberapa rantai dan beberapa bilah dan beberapa pisau Helikopter dan selai, partridge, pohon pir Dua belas hari Natal saya tidak lain adalah kebohongan Saya, lari keras seperti sumo sumo Mereka mengatakan saya berbicara seperti chulo chulo Saya tinggal di Mars, saya bukan Bruno Jalang aku anjing, panggil aku Cujo Anda memainkan kartu Anda, saya membalikkan pada Anda semua Dan saya mungkin hanya menggambar empat seperti Uno Cállate boca mejor maricón puto kecil, dan kalian semua culo Mereka memperdebatkan level, saya pernah ke ghetto ke ghetto Mencari sesuatu yang tidak bisa saya temukan sekarang Sial naik sampai daging sapi mati Sebenarnya seorang nigga hanya ingin aku terikat Aku sendirian, dan aku tidak pernah membutuhkan siapa pun Hanya saya dan shotty saya, saya akan memberitahu para nigga ini untuk berbaring Menyimpan semua uang, saya tidak pernah menginginkan gaya hidup Saya hanya berdoa kepada Tuhan bahwa anak saya akan baik-baik saja sekarang Saya bilang tidak cinta untuk pihak lain Atau siapa pun yang pernah ingin merokok Ketika aku mati aku akan keluar sebagai underdog yang tidak pernah kehilangan harapan Anda berada di taksi yang salah di jalan yang salah Nigga salah jalan, salah jalan Ular di rumput, tryna meluncur cepat Saya baru saja membeli mesin pemotong rumput sialan Saya selesai mengatakan hal-hal lotta di hari saya, saya mengakuinya Ini adalah balas dendam dengan cara, saya menyesal telah melakukannya Saya selesai memenangkan beberapa Grammy, tetapi saya menjual jiwa saya untuk mendapatkannya Tidak ada di dalamnya untuk piala, hanya pengakuan sialan itu Persetan bedanya? Aku cracker itu, tekuk hukum, persetan dengan aturan Man I dulu mempertaruhkan semuanya, sekarang aku terlalu banyak kehilangan Saya sudah makan cukup lama, pria perut saya harus penuh Saya baru saja makan, menjilat piring, prasmanan saya, beruntung saya Persetan menurutmu? Merayu! Saya punya beberapa rumah mewah Masih saya tidak punya sopan santun Anda punya beberapa penulis hantu Tetapi bagi anak-anak ini itu tidak terlalu penting Mereka bertanya padaku, "Apa yang terjadi dengan hip-hop?" Saya berkata, "Saya tidak punya jawaban" Karena aku mengambil huruf L ketika aku menjatuhkan album terakhirku Itu menyakitkan saya, tapi saya kembali dengan rapper ini Dan sebenarnya berasal dari awal yang sederhana Saya agak tidak nyaman menang Saya berharap bisa mengatakan, "Perasaan yang luar biasa!" Kami sedang naik seperti kita meninju langit-langit Tapi tidak ada yang merasa seperti ada yang punya kemampuan sialan Bahkan untuk berpegang pada subjek, itu membunuhku, ketidakmampuan untuk menunjukkan kerendahan hati Hatata batata, mengapa kita tidak membuat banyak saja? Lagu tentang apa pun dan bergumam! Dan persetan, aku akan pergi untuk jugular Sial adalah sirkus, kamu badut yang akan datang Jangan beri sedikit pun keparat Tentang orang-orang yang ada di sini sebelum Anda yang membuat rap, mari kita rekap Jauh di belakang, MC yang mendatangkan malapetaka di tape deck ADAT, di mana G Raps dan Kanes berada? Kami membutuhkan 3 tumpukan ASAP, dan membawa Masta Ace kembali Karena setengah dari rapper ini mengalami kerusakan otak Semua rappin 'ramping, wajah tats, sirup seperti getah pohon Aku tidak benci jebakan, dan aku tidak ingin terlihat gila Tapi nyatanya, di mana aku yang lama? Kucing yang sama yang akan mengambil itu Umpan balik dan arahkan kembali, saya membutuhkannya Tapi saya pikir itu tidak bisa dihindari Mereka tahu tombol apa yang harus ditekan atau tuas apa yang harus ditarik Untuk mendapatkan saya snap meskipun lil 'jalang Dan jika saya memperhatikannya, saya mungkin membuatnya lebih besar Tapi Anda telah mengambil penisnya Di belakang sialan, ho mengerti? Di tepi jurang, sebentar lagi Membuatku berpikir untuk menyelesaikan semuanya Dengan asetaminofen dan menuai manfaatnya Saya tertidur di belakang kemudi Ketika saya mulai memikirkan tentang niat jahat Dari pukulan lain, aku akan membunuh lagi Karena bahkan jika aku harus makan pil lagi Bahkan ketamin atau sabu Dengan minithin, lebih baik setidaknya 70 hingga 300 miligram Dan aku mungkin juga karena aku akhirnya menjadi penjahat lagi Tingkat ke omong kosong ini saya punya lift Anda tidak pernah bisa mengatakan kepada saya bahwa saya bukan pemecah rekor sialan Saya terdengar seperti rekaman yang rusak setiap kali saya memecahkan rekor Tidak ada yang bisa mengambil warisan yang saya buat, saya tidak pernah melayani Keparat sekarang aku punya hak untuk menjadi seperti ini Saya mendapat dendam di dalam DNA saya Tapi saya menulis sampai roda jatuh, saya bekerja tanpa lelah, ayy Ini saatnya kamu semua menunggu Seperti California, hujan akan turun Dan kekeringan yang kalian semua doakan Kejatuhan saya dari 8 Mile ke Southpaw Masih sama Marshall yang melarang Yang mereka katakan sebagai penulis mungkin telah jatuh Aku kembali pada banteng itu seperti koboi Jadi kalian harus bergerak yeah, kalian harus pindah yeah, kalian harus pindah Beri aku ruang, beri aku ruang, beri aku jus Keluar coupe, hop coupe, bagaimana kalau saya menembak? Kalian harus bergerak, kalian harus pindah, beri aku jusnya Bàihát Lucky You tác giả Eminem & Joyner Lucas & R. Fraser; Boi-1da; J-Sweet trình bày Eminem-Joyner Lucas WoahJoyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeahYeah yeah, yeah, yeahYeah, I done did a lot of things in my dayI admit itI don't take back what I sayIf I said it, then I meant itAll my life I want a Grammy, but I'll prolly never get itI ain't never had no trophy or no motherfuckin' ribbon yeah, yeah, yeahFuck the system, I'm that niggaBend the law, cut the rulesI'm about to risk it allI ain't got too much to lose yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahY'all been eatin' long enoughIt's my turn to cut the food yeahPass the plate yeah, where my drink? Hol' upThis my day yeah, yeah, lucky you, fuck you tooY'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta moveGive me some room, give me some room, give me the juiceHop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shootY'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juiceBack on my bullshit, my back to the wallTurn my back on you, all of you finishedBack to these bullets, it's back to the jobPull my MAC out and all of you runnin' yeah, yeah, yeahBack 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 might'a went platinum, but that don't mean nothin'I'm actually buzzin' this timeStraight out the kitchen, I told 'em the oven is mineI do not fuck with you guysIf I don't kill you, just know you gon' suffer this timeI ain't no gangster, but I got some bangersSome chains, and some blades, and a couple of knivesChoppers and jammies, a partridge, a pear treeMy Twelve Days of Christmas was nothin' but lies IRun at you hard like a sumo sumoThey say I talk like a chulo chuloI live on Mars, I'm not BrunoBitch, I'm a dog, call me CujoYou play your cards, I reverse on you allAnd I might just draw four, like a UnoCállate boca mejor, maricónLittle puto, and all of you culo JoynerThey've embedded the level, I been the ghetto to ghettoLookin' for somethin' I prolly can never find nowShit get realer, but till all the beef die downIn truth, a nigga just really want me tied downI've been alone and I never needed nobodyJust only me and my shawty, I'll tell these niggas to lie downKeep all the money, I never wanted the lifestyleI just pray to God that my son'll be alright nowI said ain't no love for the other sideOr anyone who ever want smoke JoynerWhen I die, I'm goin' out as the underdog who never lost hope yeahYou in the wrong cab, down the wrong pathNigga, wrong way, wrong roadSnakes in the grass tryna slither fastI just bought a fuckin' lawn mowerI done said a lotta things in my dayI admit itThis is payback in a way yeahI regret it that I did itI done won a couple Grammys, but I sold my soul to get 'emWasn't in it for the trophies, just the fuckin' recognitionFuck's the difference? I'm that crackerBend the law, fuck the rulesMan, I used to risk it allNow I got too much to loseI've been eatin' long enough, man, my stomach should be fullI just ate, licked the plate, my buffet, lucky me, fuck you think?I got a couple of mansionsStill, I don't have any mannersYou got a couple of ghostwritersBut to these kids it don't actually matterThey'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 albumIt hurt me like hell, but I'm back on these rappers yeahAnd actually comin' from humble beginningsI'm somewhat uncomfortable winningI wish I could say What a wonderful feelingWe're on the upswing like we're punchin' the ceilingBut nothin' is feelin' like anyone has any fuckin' abilityTo even stick to a subject, it's killin' meThe inability to pen humilityHa-ta-ta, ba-ta-ta, why don't we make a bunch ofFuckin' songs about nothin' and mumble 'em?Fuck it, I'm goin' for the jugularShit is a circus, you clowns that are comin' upDon't give an ounce of a motherfuckAbout the ones that were here before you that made rap yeahLet's recap, way back, MC's that what?Wreak havoc on tape decksADAT's, where the G Raps and Kanes at?We need 3 Stacks ASAP and bring Masta Ace back'Cause half of these rappers have brain damageAll the lean rappin', face tats, syruped out like tree sapI don't hate trap and I don't wanna seem madBut in fact, where the old me at? The same catThat would take that feedback and aim back, I need thatBut I think it's inevitable, they know what button to pressOr what lever to pull to give me to snap though lil' bitchAnd if I pay it attention, I'm prob'ly makin' it biggerBut you've been takin' ya dicks and I'm fuckin' back, ho get it?On the brink, any minute got me thinkin' of finishin'Everything with acetaminophen and reapin' the benefitsI'm asleep at the wheel again as I begin to thinkin' about an evil intent of another beat I'ma kill again'Cause even if I gotta end up eatin' a pill againEven ketamine or methamphetamine with the minithinIt better be at least 70 or 300 milligramAnd I might as well, 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain againLevels to this shit, I got an elevatorYou could never say to me I'm not a fuckin' record breaker yeahI sound like a broken record every time I break a recordNobody could ever take away the legacy I made, I never caterMotherfucker, now I got a right to be this wayI got spite inside my DNA yeahBut I roll till the wheels fall off, I'm workin' tirelessly, ayyIt's the moment y'all been waitin' for, like CaliforniaWishin' rain to pour in that drought, y'allBeen prayin' for my downfall yeahFrom the 8 Mile to the SouthpawStill the same Marshall, that outlawThat they say as a writer, might've fell offI'm back on that bull like the cowboySo y'all gotta move, yeah, y'all gotta move, yeah, y'all gotta moveGive me some room, give me some room, give me the juiceHop out the coupe Joyner, hop out the coupe Joyner, hop out and shootY'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice
Namunmuncul tuduhan bahwa salah satu lagu dari album itu mencuri lirik dari puisi bertajuk "Hobo" dari buku Get Your Ass In The Water And Swim Like Me (1974) karya Bruce Jackson. Buku itu menceritakan tokoh bernama Slim Wilson, yang membacakan puisi tersebut. Baca juga: Johnny Depp Manggung di Monaco Bareng Jeff Beck, Bawakan Lagu Album
[Intro Joyner Lucas]Woah, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah[Refrain Joyner Lucas]Yeah, I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit itI don't take back what I say, if I said it, then I meant itAll my life I want a Grammy, but I'll prolly never get itI ain't never had no trophy or no motherfuckin' ribbon Yeah, yeah, yeahFuck the system, I'm that nigga, bend the law, cut the rulesI'm about to risk it all, I ain't got too much to lose Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahY'all been eatin' long enough, it's my turn to cut the food YeahPass the plate Yeah, where my drink Hol' up?This my day Yeah, yeah, lucky you, fuck you too, woo![Chorus Joyner Lucas]Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta moveGive me some room Woo!, give me some room Hey!, give me the juiceHop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shootY'all gotta move Boom, bap, y'all gotta move Woo!, give me the juice[Verse 1 Joyner Lucas]Back on my bullshit, my back to the wallTurn my back on you, all of you finished Bap, bop, bopBack to these bullets, it's back to the jobPull my MAC out and all of you runnin' Yeah, yeah, yeahBack 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' YuhYou might'a went platinum but that don't mean nothin'I'm actually buzzin' this timeStraight out the kitchen, I told 'em the oven is mineI do not fuck with you guys Woo!If I don't kill you, just know you gon' suffer this time Yeah!I ain't no gangster, but I got some bangersSome chains and some blades and a couple of knivesChoppers and jammies, a partridge, a pear treeMy Twelve Days of Christmas was nothin' but lies IRun at you hard like a sumo SumoThey say I talk like a chulo Chulo!I live on Mars, I'm not Bruno Woo!Bitch, I'm a dog, call me Cujo RahYou play your cards, I reverse on you allAnd I might just draw four like a Uno BupCállate boca mejor, maricónLittle puto, and all of you culo JoynerThey've invented a level up in the ghetto to get oldLookin' for somethin' I prolly can never find now Yeah, yeahShit get relevant 'til all the beef die down YeahIn truth, a nigga just really want me tied down Bop, bopI've been alone and I never needed nobodyJust only me and my shawty, I'll tell these niggas to lie downKeep all the money, I never wanted the lifestyleI just pray to God that my son'll be alright now Woo! Woo!I said ain't no love for the other sideOr anyone who ever want smoke JoynerWhen I die I'm goin' out as the underdog who never lost hope YeahYou in the wrong cab, down the wrong pathNigga, wrong way, wrong road Woo! Woo!Snakes in the grass tryna slither fastI just bought a fuckin' lawn mower Vroom![Refrain Eminem]I done said a lotta things in my day, I admit itThis is payback in a way Yeah, I regret it that I did itI done won a couple Grammys, but I sold my soul to get 'em AhWasn't in it for the trophies Nah, just the fuckin' recognitionFuck's the difference? I'm that cracker, bend the law, fuck the rulesMan, I used to risk it all, now I got too much to loseI've been eatin' long enough, man, my stomach should be fullI just ate, licked the plate, my buffet, lucky me, fuck you think? Woo![Verse 2 Eminem]I got a couple of mansionsStill, I don't have any mannersYou got a couple of ghostwritersBut to these kids, it don't actually matterThey'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 albumIt hurt me like hell, but I'm back on these rappers YeahAnd actually comin' from humble beginningsI'm somewhat uncomfortable winningI 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' abilityTo even stick to a subject, it's killin' meThe inability to pen humilityHa-ta-ta, ba-ta-ta, why don't we make a bunch ofFuckin' songs about nothin' and mumble 'em?Fuck it, I'm goin' for the jugularShit is a circus, you clowns that are comin' upDon't give an ounce of a motherfuckAbout the ones that were here before you that made rap YeahLet's recap, way back, MC's that What?Wreak havoc on tape decks WooADAT's, where the G Raps and Kanes at?We need 3 Stacks ASAP and bring Masta Ace back'Cause half of these rappers have brain damageAll the lean rappin', face tats, syruped out like tree sapI don't hate trap Nah, and I don't wanna seem madBut in fact Yeah, where the old me at? The same catThat would take that feedback and aim back, I need thatBut I think it's inevitable they know what button to pressOr what lever to pull to give me to snap though Lil' bitchAnd if I pay it attention, I'm prob'ly makin' it biggerBut you've been takin' ya dicks and I'm fuckin' back, ho Get it?On the brink, any minute got me thinkin' of finishin'Everything with acetaminophen and reapin' the benefitsI'm asleep at the wheel again, as I begin to thinkin' about an evil intent of another beat I'ma kill again'Cause even if I gotta end up eating a pill againEven ketamine or methamphetamine with the minithinIt better be at least seventy or three-hundred milligramAnd I might as well 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain againLevels to this shit, I got an elevatorYou could never say to me I'm not a fuckin' record breaker YeahI sound like a broken record every time I break a recordNobody could ever take away the legacy I made, I never caterMotherfucker, now I got a right to be this wayI got spite inside my DNA YeahBut I roll 'til the wheels fall off, I'm working tirelessly, ayyIt's the moment y'all been waitin' for like CaliforniaWishin' rain to pour in that drought, y'allBeen prayin' for my downfall YeahFrom the 8 Mile to the SouthpawStill the same Marshall, that outlawThat they say as a writer might've fell offI'm back on that bull like the cowboys
