Lucky You

Lucky You文本歌词

作词 : M Mathers/M. Samuels/J. Sweet/Gary Lucas/R. Fraser

作曲 : M Mathers/M. Samuels/J. Sweet/Gary Lucas/R. Fraser

(Intro: Joyner Lucas)

Woah, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah

(Pre-Chorus: 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 mother****in' ribbon (Yah I said it)

**** 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

**** 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 **** 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 **** with you guys (Woo!)

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 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 on Mars, I'm not Bruno (Woo)

***** 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 ****in' lawn mower (Vroom!)

(Pre-Verse: 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 ****in' recognition

****'s the difference?

I'm that cracker, bend the law, **** 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

**** you think? (Woo!)

(Verse 2: Eminem)

I got a couple of mansions

Still I don't have any manners

You got a couple of ghostwriters

But to these kids it don't actually matter

They're askin' me, \"What the **** 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 ****in' 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

****in' songs about nothin' and mumble 'em?

**** it, I'm goin' for the jugular

Shit is a circus, you clowns that are comin' up

Don't give an ounce of a mother****

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' *****)

And if I pay it attention I'm prob'ly makin' it bigger

But you've been takin' ya ****s in the ****in' 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 ******** or *************** with the minithin

It better be at least 70 or 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 ****in' 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

Mother****er, now I got a right to be this way

I got spite inside my DNA

But I roll '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

Lucky YouLRC歌词

[00:00.000] 作词 : M Mathers/M. Samuels/J. Sweet/Gary Lucas/R. Fraser

[00:01.000] 作曲 : M Mathers/M. Samuels/J. Sweet/Gary Lucas/R. Fraser

[00:02.587] (Intro: Joyner Lucas)

[00:02.588] Woah, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah

[00:09.819]

[00:10.555] (Pre-Chorus: Joyner Lucas)

[00:10.556] Yeah, I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit it

[00:14.495] I don't take back what I say, if I said it then I meant it

[00:17.579] All my life I want a Grammy, but I'll prolly never get it

[00:20.698] I ain't never had no trophy or no mother****in' ribbon (Yah I said it)

[00:23.732] **** the system, I'm that nigga, bend the law, cut the rules

[00:26.978] I'm about to risk it all, I ain't got too much to lose

[00:30.054] Y'all been eatin' long enough, it's my turn to cut the food

[00:33.233] Pass the plate! Where my drink? This my day, lucky you

[00:36.401] **** you too, woo!

[00:37.552]

[00:37.671] (Chorus: Joyner Lucas)

[00:37.672] Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move

[00:40.547] Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice

[00:43.792] Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot

[00:46.920] Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice

[00:49.813]

[00:50.093] (Verse 1: Joyner Lucas)

[00:50.094] Back on my bullshit, my back to the wall

[00:51.519] Turn my back on you, all of you finished

[00:53.122] Back to these bullets, it's back to the job

[00:54.608] Pull my MAC out and all of you runnin'

[00:56.218] Back on my hood shit, it's back to the pushin'

[00:57.527] These packs and I'm actually pumpin'

[00:58.961] Can't **** with you rappers, you practically suckin'

[01:00.670] You mighta went platinum but that don't mean nothin'

[01:02.125] I'm actually buzzin' this time

[01:03.330] Straight out the kitchen, I told 'em the oven is mine

[01:05.353] I do not **** with you guys (Woo!)

[01:06.574] If I don't kill you, just know you gon' suffer this time

[01:08.376] I ain't no gangster but I got some bangers

[01:10.049] Some chains and some blades and a couple of knives

[01:11.642] Choppers and jammies, a partridge, a pear tree

[01:13.064] My 12 days of Christmas was nothin' but lies (I)

[01:15.034] Run at you hard like a sumo (Sumo)

[01:16.692] They say I talk like a chulo (Chulo)

[01:18.256] I live on Mars, I'm not Bruno (Woo)

[01:19.762] ***** I'm a dog, call me Cujo (Rah)

[01:21.518] You play your cards, I reverse on you all

[01:22.847] And I might just draw 4 like a Uno (Bup)

[01:24.605] Cállate boca mejor, maricón, little puto, and all of you culo (Joyner)

[01:27.515] They've invented a level up in the ghetto to get old

[01:29.070] Lookin' for somethin' I prolly can never find now

[01:30.755] Shit get relevant 'til 'nother beef die down

[01:32.112] In truth, a nigga just really want me tied down

[01:33.766] I've been alone and I never needed nobody

[01:34.955] Just only me and my shotty, I'll tell these niggas to lie down

[01:36.927] Keep all the money, I never wanted the lifestyle

[01:38.448] I just pray to God that my son'll be alright now

[01:40.056] I said ain't no love for the other side

[01:41.667] Or anyone who ever want smoke (Joyner)

[01:43.250] When I die I'm goin' out as the underdog who never lost hope (Yeah)

[01:46.308] You in the wrong cab down the wrong path

[01:47.880] Nigga, wrong way, wrong road (Woo, woo)

[01:49.420] Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast

[01:51.095] I just bought a ****in' lawn mower (Vroom!)

[01:51.996]

[01:52.126] (Pre-Verse: Eminem)

[01:52.127] I done said a lotta things in my day, I admit it

[01:54.823] This is payback in a way, I regret it that I did it

[01:57.862] I done won a couple Grammys, but I sold my soul to get 'em

[02:01.088] Wasn't in it for the trophies, just the ****in' recognition

[02:04.213] ****'s the difference?

[02:04.997] I'm that cracker, bend the law, **** the rules

[02:07.356] Man, I used to risk it all, now I got too much to lose

[02:10.284] I've been eatin' long enough, man, my stomach should be full

[02:13.404] I just ate, licked the plate, my buffet, lucky me

[02:16.650] **** you think? (Woo!)

[02:17.839]

[02:17.960] (Verse 2: Eminem)

[02:17.959] I got a couple of mansions

[02:19.377] Still I don't have any manners

[02:20.867] You got a couple of ghostwriters

[02:22.222] But to these kids it don't actually matter

[02:24.009] They're askin' me, \"What the **** happened to hip-hop?\"

[02:25.532] I said, \"I don't have any answers\"

[02:26.745] 'Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album

[02:28.468] It hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappers

[02:29.894] And actually comin' from humble beginnings

[02:31.427] I'm somewhat uncomfortable winning

[02:32.708] I wish I could say, \"What a wonderful feeling!\"

[02:34.247] \"We're on the upswing like we're punchin' the ceiling!\"

[02:35.900] But nothin' is feeling like anyone has any ****in' ability

[02:38.074] To even stick to a subject, it's killin' me

[02:39.696] The inability to pen humility

[02:41.116] Ha-ta-ta ba-ta-ta, why don't we make a bunch of

[02:42.995] ****in' songs about nothin' and mumble 'em?

[02:44.540] **** it, I'm goin' for the jugular

[02:45.757] Shit is a circus, you clowns that are comin' up

[02:47.346] Don't give an ounce of a mother****

[02:48.650] About the ones that were here before you that made rap

[02:50.241] Let's recap, way back, MC's that wreak havoc on tape decks

[02:53.352] ADAT's, where the G Raps and Kanes at?

[02:54.619] We need 3 Stacks ASAP and bring Masta Ace back

[02:57.364] 'Cause half of these rappers have brain damage

[02:59.264] All the lean rappin', face tats, syruped out like tree sap

[03:01.454] I don't hate trap, and I don't wanna seem mad

[03:03.149] But in fact, where the old me at? The same cat

[03:05.055] That would take that feedback and aim back, I need that

[03:07.699] But I think it's inevitable

[03:08.890] They know what button to press or what lever to pull

[03:09.844] To get me to snap though (Lil' *****)

[03:11.022] And if I pay it attention I'm prob'ly makin' it bigger

[03:12.263] But you've been takin' ya ****s in the ****in' back, ho (Get it?)

[03:14.119] On the brink, any minute got me thinkin' of finishin'

[03:15.790] Everything with acetaminophen and reapin' the benefits

[03:17.064] I'm asleep at the wheel again

[03:18.225] As I peak into thinkin' about an evil intent

[03:19.399] Of another beat I'ma kill again

[03:20.598] 'Cause even if I gotta end up eatin' a pill again

[03:22.037] Even ******** or *************** with the minithin

[03:23.713] It better be at least 70 or 300 milligram

[03:25.129] And I might as well 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain again

[03:26.723] Levels to this shit, I got an elevator

[03:28.012] You could never say to me I'm not a ****in' record breaker

[03:29.503] I sound like a broken record every time I break a record

[03:31.333] Nobody could ever take away the legacy I made, I never cater

[03:33.307] Mother****er, now I got a right to be this way

[03:35.434] I got spite inside my DNA

[03:36.570] But I roll 'til the wheels fall off, I'm workin' tirelessly, ayy

[03:39.932] It's the moment y'all been waitin' for

[03:41.686] Like California wishin' rain to pour

[03:43.153] In that drought, y'all been prayin' for

[03:44.747] My downfall from the 8 Mile to the Southpaw

[03:46.968] Still the same Marshall, that outlaw

[03:48.576] That they say as a writer might've fell off

[03:50.315] I'm back on that bull like the cowboy

[03:51.836]

[03:51.956] (Chorus: Joyner Lucas & Eminem)

[03:51.957] So y'all gotta move (Yeah), y'all gotta move (Yeah), y'all gotta move

[03:55.159] Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice

[03:58.243] Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot

[04:01.355] Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice