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 (Yah I said it)
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 (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 (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)
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!)
[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 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 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 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 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 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 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 '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
Woah, Joyner, Joyner, ja, ja, ja! Ja, sem naredil naredil veliko stvari v mojih časih, priznam
Ne vzamem nazaj, kar sem rekel, če bi rekel, da potem pa sem mislila
Vse življenje sem rad grammyja, ampak bom prolly nikoli dobil
Ne bom nikoli imel trofejo ali ne jebeno trak (Ja sem rekel)
Jebi sistem, sem to črnuha, bend zakon, cut pravila
Jaz sem na tem, da je vse tvegati, Nimam preveč izgubiti
Vsi ste bili pojedel dovolj dolgo, da sem jaz na vrsti za zmanjšanje hrane
Mimo ploščo! Kje je moj pijačo? To je moj dan, srečo imaš
Jebi se preveč, woo!
[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
Vsi ste moram poteza, y'all moram poteza, y'all moram poteza
Dajte mi malo prostora, daj mi malo prostora, daj mi sok
Hop ven coupe, hop iz coupe, hop, in ustrelil
Vsi ste moram poteza, y'all moram poteza, daj mi sok
[Verz 1: Joyner Lucas]
Nazaj na moje sranje, moj hrbet na steno
Obrniti hrbta na vas, vas vse končano
Nazaj na teh krogel, se je vrnil na delo
Potegnite svoj MAC, in vsem vam bežijo "
Nazaj na mojo kapuco sranje, to je nazaj v pushin "
Ti paketi in sem dejansko pumpin "
Ne more ničesar vas raperjev, ki jih praktično suckin "
Ti mighta postal platinast, ampak da to ne pomeni ničesar
Jaz sem pravzaprav buzzin "ta čas
Naravnost iz kuhinje, sem rekel 'em je pečica moja
Ne vem hudiča z vama (Woo!)
Če te ne ubije, samo vem, da gon "trpijo ta čas
Nisem ne gangster, ampak imam nekaj petarde
Nekatere verige in nekaj rezila in nekaj nožev
Sekire in jammies, jerebice, hruško
Moj 12 dni božiča bilo nič, ampak laži (I)
Teči na vas trdo kot sumo (sumo)
Pravijo, da govorim kot chulo (Chulo)
Živim na Marsu, nisem Bruno (Woo)
Kurba sem pes, pokliči me Cujo (Rah)
Igrate vaše kartice, da se obrne na vas vse
In morda sem sestaviti 4 kot Uno (BUP)
Cállate boca mejor, maricón, malo puto, in vse vas culo (Joyner)
Ti si izumil raven v getu starati
Gledam za nekaj takega "Jaz prolly ne najdem zdaj
Sranje dobili ustrezne 'til "Drug govejega die down
V resnici, črnuha, samo res želiš, vezan
Bil sem sam in ga še nikoli nisem nikogar
Samo samo jaz in moj shotty, bom povedal, te niggas se uležejo
Naj ves denar, nikoli nisem želel način življenja
Pravkar sem molil k Bogu, da je moj son'll redu zdaj
Rekel sem, ni nobena ljubezen do druge strani
Ali kdo, ki je kdaj želeli dim (Joyner)
Ko bom umrl bom šel ven kot Underdog, ki nikoli ni izgubila upanja (Ja)
Si na napačnem kabini navzdol napačni poti
Zamorc, napačen način, napačna cesta (Woo, woo)
Kače v travi tryna plazijo hitro
Pravkar sem kupil jebeno kosilnico (Vroom!)
[Predhodno Verz: Eminem]
I done dejal Lotta stvari v mojih časih, priznam
To je maščevanje na nek način mi je žal, da sem to storil
Sem naredil dobil nekaj grammyje, vendar sem prodal svojo dušo, da bi dobili "em
ni bilo v njej za trofeje, samo jebeni priznanje
Fuck je razlika?
Jaz sem to keks, bend zakon, jebeš pravila
Človek, sem se vse tvegati, zdaj imam preveč izgubiti
Bil sem pojedel dovolj dolgo, človek, moj želodec mora biti v celoti
Pravkar sem pojedel, polizala ploščo, moj bife, srečen sem
Jebeš ti misliš? (Woo!)
[Verz 2: Eminem]
Imam nekaj dvorce
Še vedno nimam nobenih manir
Imaš nekaj Ghostwriters
Ampak, da ti otroci, da dejansko ne važno
Oni askin "mi," Kaj za vraga se je zgodilo z hip-hop? "
Rekel sem: "Nimam nobenih odgovorov."
Ker sem vzel L, ko sem padel moj zadnji album
To me je bolelo kot hudič, ampak sem nazaj na te raperji
In dejansko Prihajamo iz skromnih začetkov
Sem nekoliko neprijetno zmagovalni
Želim si, da bi lahko rekli: "Kakšen čudovit občutek!"
Mi smo v vzponu, kot smo punchin "strop!
Ampak nič ", je občutek, kot kdorkoli ima vsaka prekleta sposobnosti
Za celo palico na tem področju, je Killin 'me
Nezmožnost pen ponižnosti
Ha-ta-ta ba-ta-ta, zakaj ne naredimo kup
Fuckin 'pesmi o nič in Bastard' em?
Jebi ga, sem šel za Jugularna
Sranje je cirkus, vi klovni, ki so Prihaja do
Ne daje kanček a motherfuck
O tistih, ki so pred vami, da je rap
Let je Rekapitulacija, daleč nazaj, MC je, da uničijo na magnetofon
ADAT je, če je G Raps in KANES na?
Potrebujemo 3 Stacks ASAP in prinašajo Masta Ace nazaj
Vzrok polovici teh raperji imajo poškodbe možganov
Vse pusto rappin ", obraz masti, syruped ven kot drevesni sok
Jaz ne sovražim past, in ne želim videti jezen
Toda v resnici, kjer stara sem na? Enako mačka
To bi trajalo, da povratne informacije in cilj nazaj, moram, da
Ampak mislim, da je neizogibna
Vedo, kaj gumb za tisk ali kaj vzvod potegom
Da bi dobili mi, da snap čeprav (Lil 'prasica)
In če sem jo plačal pozornost sem prob'ly silili "je večja
Ampak ste bili odpeljal ya klinci v pofukan nazaj, ho (Get it?)
Na robu, vsak trenutek me je razmišljal o finishin "
Vse s paracetamol in reapin "koristi
Sem zaspal za volanom znova
Kot vrhunec I v razmišljaš o zlobni nameri
Druge utrip Sem ubiti še enkrat
Vzrok čeprav moram na koncu pojedel tableto spet
Tudi ketamin ali metamfetamin s minithin
Bolje je najmanj 70 ali 300 miligramov
In morda tudi zato, ker Sem na koncu bein "je lopov spet
Ravni do tega sranja, sem dobil dvigalo
Nikoli ne bi rekel, da se mi je, da nisem jebeni rekorder
Zvenim kot lomljeni zapis vsakič, ko sem prekinil snemanje
Nihče ne bi nikoli vzeti zapuščino sem ga, nisem zadovolji
Jebač, zdaj imam pravico, da se na ta način
Imam kljub notranjosti mojega DNK
Ampak jaz roll 'til kolesa odpadejo, sem delaš neutrudno, ayy
To je trenutek, y'all že čakamo
Kot California wishin "dež pour
V tem suša, Vsi ste bili prayin "za
Moj propad od 8 Mile na Ljevak
Še vedno isti Marshall, da izobčenec
Ki pravijo, da kot pisatelj MOČ sem padel
Sem nazaj na bikom, kot kavboj
[Chorus: Joyner Lucas in Eminem]
Torej y'all moram poteza (Ja), y'all moram poteza (Ja), y'all moram poteza
Dajte mi malo prostora, daj mi malo prostora, daj mi sok
Hop ven coupe, hop iz coupe, hop, in ustrelil
Vsi ste moram poteza, y'all moram poteza, daj mi sok