Lucky You (feat. 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 probably never get it

I ain't never had no trophy or no motherfuckin' ribbon

Fuck the system, I'm that ****, 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!

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 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 might've 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 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)

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

Callate boca mejor, maricon, little puto, and all of you culo

They've invented a level up in the ghetto to get old

Lookin' for somethin' I probably can never find now

Shit get relevant until the beef die down

In truth, a **** 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 **** to lie down

Keep all of 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 any one 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, ****, wrong way, wrong road

Snakes in the grass, tryin' to slither fast

I just bought a fuckin' lawnmower

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 ghostwriters, 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 nothing is feeling

Like anyone has any fuckin' ability to even stick to a subject

It's killin' me, the inability to pen humility

Hatata, batata

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

Wreaked havoc on tape decks

ADATs with the G Raps and Kane's hat

We need Three 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 a lever to pull to get me to snap, though (Lil' bitch)

And if I'm payin' attention, I'm probably makin' it bigger

But you've been takin' your 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 mg

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 roll till the wheels fall off, I'm workin' tirelessly, aye

It's the moment y'all been waitin' for

Like California wishin' rain would 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 is a rider, might have fell off

I'm 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, hop out and shoot

Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice