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
Vau, Joyner, Joyner, da, da, da! Da, ja sad uradili puno stvari u mom danu, priznajem
Ja ne uzeti natrag ono što sam rekao, ako sam rekao da onda to sam i mislio
Sve svoj život želim Grammy, ali ću prolly nikada dobiti
Nikad nisam imao trofej ili ne jebenog traku (Yah sam rekao da)
Jebeš sistem, ja sam tog crnju, savijati zakonom, smanjiti pravila
Ja sam o tome da sve to riskirati, nemam previše izgubiti
Vi se jede dovoljno dugo, to je moj red da se smanji hranu
Proći ploču! Gde je moj piće? Ovo je moj dan, blago tebi
Jebi se i ti, woo!
[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
Morate da potez, svi moramo potez, svi moramo potez
Daj mi malo prostora, daj mi malo prostora, daj mi sok
Hop kroz kupe, hop se kupe, hop i ubijaju
Morate da potez, svi moramo potez, daj mi sok
[Verse 1: Joyner Lucas]
Natrag na mom sranje, leđima na zid
Okrenem leđa na vas, svi ste završili
Povratak na metke, to je povratak na posao
Povuci mi MAC van i sve bježiš
Natrag na haubi sranje, to je natrag u Pushin '
Ovi paketi i ja sam zapravo Pumpin '
Ne mogu zajebavati s tobom repera, vi praktično sisa
Vi te mozda je platina, ali to ne znači ništa '
Ja zapravo bruji ovaj put
Ravno iz kuhinje, rekao sam im rernu je moja
Ja ne zajebavaj sa vama (Woo!)
Ako te ne ubije, samo znam da gon 'patiti ovaj put
Ja nisam gangster, ali imam neke kobasice
Neke lance i neke lopatice i nekoliko noževa
Helikoptera i pidžamu, jarebica, kruške
Moje 12 dana Božića je bio ništa, ali laži (I)
Pokrenuti na vas teško kao sumo (Sumo)
Kažu da govori kao chulo (Chulo)
Živim na Marsu, nisam Bruno (Woo)
Bitch Ja sam pas, zovite me Cujo (Rah)
Igrate svoje karte, ja preokrenuti na vas sve
I da bi mi nacrtati 4 kao Uno (Bup)
Callate Boca mejor, Maricón, malo puto, a svi vi culo (Joyner)
Oni su izmislili nivo u getu da ostari
Tražimo nešto "Ja prolly nikada naći sada
Sranje dobiti relevantne 'til' nother govedine die down
U istini, crnju stvarno želiš vezana
Bila sam sama i nisam potreban niko
Samo samo ja i moja shotty, reći ću ti crnje da legne
Zadržati sav novac, nisam htio lifestyle
Samo se molim Bogu da mi son'll biti u redu sada
Rekao sam da nije nema ljubavi za drugu stranu
Ili bilo ko ikada žele dim (Joyner)
Kad umrem Idem se kao autsajder koji nikada nisu izgubili nadu (Da)
Ste u pogrešnom kabini niz pogrešan put
Nigga, pogrešan način, pogrešnim putem (Woo, Woo)
Zmije u travi tryna gamižu brzo
Upravo sam kupio jebeni kosilicu (Vroom!)
[Pre-Verse: Eminem]
Sam uradio, rekao je Lotta stvari u mom danu, priznajem
Ovo je osveta na neki način, žao mi je što sam to uradio
Sam uradio osvojio nekoliko Grammyja, ali sam prodao svoju dušu da ih se '
Nije bio u njoj za trofeje, samo jebeni priznanje
Jebem ti je razlika?
Ja sam taj kreker, savijati zakon, jebeš pravila
Čovjek, ja sam sve to riskirati, sad imam previše izgubiti
Ja sam jeo dovoljno dugo, čovječe, stomak bi trebao biti pun
Upravo sam pojeo, lizao ploče, moj buffet, baš sam sretan
Jebi ti misliš? (Woo!)
[Verse 2: Eminem]
Imam nekoliko vile
Ipak nemam nikakve manire
Imaš par ghostwriters
Ali, da bi ovi klinci to zapravo ne bitno
Oni su me pitaš, "Šta se desilo sa hip-hop?"
Ja sam rekao: "Ja nemam odgovora."
Jer sam uzeo L kad sam ispustio moj zadnji album
To me boli kao pakao, ali vratio sam se na repera
I zapravo dolazi iz skromnih početaka
Ja sam pomalo neugodno dobitne
Volio bih da mogu reći, "What a wonderful osjećaj!"
Mi smo u usponu kao što smo punchin 'plafon!
Ali ništa je osjećaj kao da neko ima jebeno sposobnost
Čak i štap na temu, to me ubija
Nemogućnosti da se olovka poniznost
Ha-ta-ta ba-ta-ta, zašto ne bismo gomilu
Fuckin 'pjesme o ništa i mrmljanja ih?
Jebi ga, ja idem za vratnu
Sranje je cirkus, klovnovi koji su dolazi do
Ne daju uncu a mater
O onima koji su bili ovdje pred vama da se rep
Hajde da ponovimo, u povratku, MC je da opustoši kasetofonima
ADAT je, gdje je G Raps i Kanes u?
Treba nam 3 Stacks ASAP i dovesti Masta Ace nazad
Uzrok pola ovih repera imaju oštećenje mozga
Svi lean Rappin ', lice tetovaža, syruped se kao smola
Ja ne mrzim zamku, a ja ne želim da izgleda ljut
Ali, u stvari, gdje je stari mene? Ista mačka
To bi uzeti povratne informacije i cilj nazad, treba mi ta
Ali mislim da je to neizbežno
Oni znaju šta gumb za pritiskanje ili šta poluga za izvlačenje
Da me da kačite iako (Lil 'kuja)
I ako je obratiti pažnju sam prob'ly Napravi to veći
Ali vi ste bili takin 'ya dicks u jebena leđa, ho (Get it?)
Na rubu, svakog trenutka me je razmišljao o Završi
Sve u vezi s acetaminofen i reapin 'prednosti
Opet sam zaspao za volanom
Kao što sam vrh u razmišljao o zlom namjerom
Drugog beat I'ma kill ponovo
Izazvati čak i ako moram ponovo završiti jedem pilulu
Čak i ketamina ili metamfetamina sa minithin
Bolje biti najmanje 70 ili 300 miligrama
I ja bi i to zato što I'ma završiti Biti zločinac ponovo
Nivoi ovo sranje, imam lift
nikada ne bi mogao reći da mi ja nisam jebeni rekorde
Zvučim kao pokvarena ploča svaki put slomim rekord
Niko nikad nije mogao oduzeti nasljeđe sam napravio, nisam razonoditi
Motherfucker, sad imam pravo da se na ovaj način
Dobio sam pored u mojoj DNK
Ali ja roll 'Til točkova otpasti, Radim neumorno, ayy
Ovo je trenutak vi Čekao
Poput California maštaš kiša sipa
U tom suše, svi su pomolili za
Moje pad od 8 Mile na Southpaw
I dalje isti Marshall, koji odmetnik
Za koji kažu da je kao pisac Možda sam je pao
Vratio sam se na tog bika kao kauboj
[Chorus: Joyner Lucas & Eminem]
Dakle, svi moramo potez (Da), svi moramo potez (Da), svi moramo potez
Daj mi malo prostora, daj mi malo prostora, daj mi sok
Hop kroz kupe, hop se kupe, hop i ubijaju
Morate da potez, svi moramo potez, daj mi sok