Lucky You

Woah

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 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 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 la boca maricón 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 nigga you really want me tied down

I've been alone and 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'll 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 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 in tenth

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