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, yeah, yeah, yeah! Yeah, rinne a lán rudaí i mo lá déanta agam, a ligean isteach liom é
Ní féidir liom a ghabháil ar ais cad a rá liom, más rud é a dúirt mé é sin i gceist agam é
Gach mo shaol Ba mhaith liom a Grammy, ach beidh mé prolly riamh a fháil air
Níl mé riamh go raibh aon trófaí nó aon motherfuckin 'ribín (a dúirt Yah liom é)
Fuck an gcóras, tá mé go bhfuil nigga, Bend an dlí, a ghearradh ar na rialacha
Tá mé ar tí é a riosca go léir, níl mé fuair i bhfad ró-a chailleadh
Y'all bheith Eatin 'fada go leor, tá sé ar mo sheal a ghearradh ar an mbia
Pas an pláta! Cá mo deoch? Seo mo lá, tú t-ádh
Fuck tú ró, woo!
[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
Y'all gotta bogadh, y'all gotta bogadh, y'all gotta gluaiseacht
Tabhair dom roinnt seomra, a thabhairt dom roinnt seomra, a thabhairt dom an sú
Hop amach an coupe, hop amach an coupe, hop amach agus shoot
Y'all gotta bogadh, y'all gotta gluaiseacht, a thabhairt dom an sú
[Verse 1: Joyner Lucas]
Ar ais ar mo bullshit, mo ar ais go dtí an balla
Cas ar mo chúl ort, ar fad agat críochnaithe
Ar ais go dtí na piléir, tá sé ar ais go dtí an post
Tarraingt mo MAC amach agus fad agat runnin '
Ar ais ar mo cac cochall, tá sé ar ais go dtí an pushin '
I agus na pacáistí mé i ndáiríre pumpin '
An féidir ní ag fuck a bhfuil tú Rappers, tú suckin go praiticiúil '
mighta tú chuaigh platanam, ach nach chiallaíonn nothin '
Tá mé ag buzzin i ndáiríre 'an uair
Díreach as an chistin, dúirt mé 'em go bhfuil an oigheann mianach
Ní féidir liom ag fuck le leat guys (Woo!)
Más rud é nach féidir liom a mharú, ach tá a fhios agat gon 'ag fulaingt an am
nach bhfuil mé aon gangster ach fuair mé roinnt bangers
Roinnt slabhraí agus roinnt lanna agus cúpla sceana
Choppers agus jammies, tá Partridge, crann piorra
Mo 12 lá de Nollaig a bhí nothin 'ach luíonn (I)
Rith ag tú crua cosúil le sumo (Sumo)
Deir siad Labhair mé mar a bheadh chulo (Chulo)
Tá cónaí orm ar Mars, nach bhfuil mé Bruno (Woo)
Aaargh tá mé madra, glaoch orm Cujo (Rah)
Spraoi tú do cártaí, droim ar ais mé ar tú go léir
Agus d'fhéadfadh mé a tharraingt díreach 4 mar a bheadh Uno (BUP)
Cállate boca mejor, maricón, puto beag, agus gach ceann de tú culo (Joyner)
Tá siad invented leibhéal suas sa ghetto a fháil d'aois
Lookin 'chun rud éigin' Ní féidir liom a fháil prolly anois
Cac a fháil iomchuí 'Til' nother mairteoil síos bás
Go deimhin, tá nigga ach ag iarraidh i ndáiríre ceangailte liom síos
Bainim ina n-aonar agus ní gá mé aon duine
Just a ach mé féin agus mo shotty, beidh mé ag insint na niggas a bheidh síos
Coinnigh an t-airgead riamh, bhí mé an stíl bheatha
Guím díreach tar éis a Dhia mo son'll ceart go leor anois
Dúirt mé nach bhfuil aon ghrá don taobh eile
Nó aon duine ag iarraidh riamh deatach (Joyner)
Nuair a bháis mé Tá mé ag goin 'amach mar an underdog a riamh chaill dóchas (Yeah)
Tá tú i an chábáin mícheart síos an cosán mícheart
Nigga, bealach mícheart, bóthar mícheart (Woo, woo)
Nathracha san fhéar tryna slither tapa
Cheannaigh mé díreach tar éis a fuckin 'Lawn mower (Vroom!)
[Réamh-Verse: Eminem]
Dúirt mé a rinneadh a Lotta rudaí i mo lá, a ligean isteach liom é
Tá an payback ar bhealach, is oth liom go raibh mé é
Déanta agam bhuaigh cúpla Grammys, ach dhíol mé m'anam a fháil 'em
Nach raibh ann do na trófaithe, ach an fuckin 'aitheantas
Fuck é an difríocht?
Tá mé go scáinteoir, an dlí Bend, fuck na rialacha
Man, a úsáidtear I a ghabhann le riosca go léir, anois d'éirigh liom i bhfad an iomarca a chailleadh
Tá mé ag Eatin 'fada go leor, fear, ba chóir go mo bholg a bheith iomlán
Ith mé díreach tar éis, ligh an pláta, mo buffet, liom ádh
Fuck cheapann tú? (Woo!)
[Verse 2: Eminem]
Fuair mé cúpla Fatima
Fós ní féidir liom aon manners
Fuair tú cúpla ghostwriters
Ach do na páistí nach bhfuil sé ábhar i ndáiríre
Siad ag Askin 'me, "Cad é sa diabhal a tharla do hip-hop?"
Dúirt mé, "Ní dóigh liom go bhfuil aon freagraí."
Cause ghlac mé L nuair a thit mé mo albam seo caite
Tá sé Gortaítear dom cosúil ifreann ach tá mé ar ais ar na Rappers
Agus comin ndáiríre 'ó tús a saoil
Tá mé a bhuaigh beagán míchompordach
Is mian liom raibh mé in ann a rá, "Cad le mothú iontach!"
Táimid ar an upswing mar tá muid ag punchin 'an tsíleáil!
Ach 'Is tá mothú cosúil le duine ar bith aon fuckin' nothin cumas
Go bata fiú le ábhar, tá sé Killin 'me
An míchumas a humility peann
Ha-ta-ta-ta ba-ta, cén fáth nach dúinn a bunch de
'Amhráin faoi nothin' fuckin agus mumble 'em?
Fuck é, tá mé ag goin 'chun an jugular
Is Cac sorcas, tú clowns atá comin 'suas
Ná tabhair an ounce de motherfuck
Maidir leis na cinn a bhí anseo roimh tú a rinne Rap
A ligean ar recap, bhealach ar ais, tá MC sin havoc wreak ar decks téip
ADAT atá, i gcás an Raps G agus Kanes ag?
Ní mór dúinn 3 Stacks ASAP agus a thabhairt Masta Ace ais
Cause leath de na Rappers bhfuil damáiste inchinne
Gach an rappin lean ', tats aghaidh, syruped amach cosúil le crann SAP
Ní féidir liom fuath gaiste, agus ní féidir liom a iarraidh cosúil go buile
Ach i ndáiríre, i gcás an sean dom ag? An cat céanna
Bheadh sé sin a chur go aiseolas agus mar aidhm ais, is gá dom go bhfuil
Ach is dóigh liom tá sé dosheachanta
Tá a fhios acu cad as cnaipe chun nuachtáin nó cén lever go tarraingt
Chun a fháil dom a Léim cé (soith Lil ')
Agus má íocann mé sé aird Tá mé ag Makin prob'ly 'níos mó é
Ach atá tú takin 'dicks ya sa fuckin' siar, ho (É a fháil?)
Ar bruach, fuair aon nóiméad mé thinkin 'de finishin'
Gach rud le acetaminophen agus reapin 'na sochair
Tá mé chodladh ar an roth arís
Mar I bhuaic i thinkin 'faoi rún olc
As buille I'ma mharú eile arís
Cause fiú má gotta mé suas go deireadh Eatin 'pill arís
Ketamine Fiú nó meitiolamfataimín leis an minithin
Sé níos fearr, ar a laghad 70 nó 300 milligram
Agus d'fhéadfadh mé chomh maith le 'cúis I'ma deireadh suas bein' villain arís
Leibhéil a ghabhann leis an cac, fuair mé ardaitheoir
Ní fhéadfá a rá liom nach bhfuil mé 'breaker taifead fuckin
fuaime mé mar a bheadh taifead briste gach uair mé briseadh taifead
D'fhéadfadh aon duine a ghlacadh riamh ar shiúl an oidhreacht a rinne mé, mé riamh freastal
Motherfucker, anois fuair mé ceart a bheith ar an mbealach
Fuair mé ainneoin taobh istigh mo DNA
Ach I rolladh 'Til na rothaí titim amach, tá mé ag workin' gan stad gan staonadh, ayy
Tá sé i láthair na huaire a bhí y'all waitin 'le haghaidh
Cosúil California wishin 'báisteach a dhoirteadh
Sa triomach, y'all prayin go raibh siad 'le
Mo downfall ón 8 Mile don Southpaw
Fós ar an Marshall gcéanna, go bhfuil outlaw
Go deir siad mar a thit ina ní mór a d'fhéadfadh scríbhneoir as
Tá mé ar ais ar an tarbh cosúil leis an cowboy
[Chorus: Joyner Lucas & Eminem]
Mar sin, y'all gotta gluaiseacht (Yeah), y'all gotta gluaiseacht (Yeah), y'all gotta gluaiseacht
Tabhair dom roinnt seomra, a thabhairt dom roinnt seomra, a thabhairt dom an sú
Hop amach an coupe, hop amach an coupe, hop amach agus shoot
Y'all gotta bogadh, y'all gotta gluaiseacht, a thabhairt dom an sú