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
Uh, Joyner, Joyner, da, da, da! Da, učinio je puno stvari u mom danu, priznajem
Ne uzeti natrag ono što sam rekao, ako sam rekao da ja to mislio
Cijeli svoj život želim Grammy, ali ću prolly nikada dobiti
Nikad nisam imao trofej ili ne jebeno vrpcu (Jahve sam to rekao)
Jebi sustav, ja sam taj nigga, savijati zakon, izrezati pravila
Ja sam o to je sve rizik, Nemam previše za izgubiti
Y'all su eatin' dovoljno dugo, to je moj red za rezanje hrane
Pass tanjur! Gdje je moja piće? Ovo je moj dan, sretan ti
Jebi se previše, Woo!
[Hor: Joyner Lucas]
Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move
Daj mi malo mjesta, daj mi malo mjesta, daj mi sok
Hop iz coupe, hop iz coupe, hop van i pucati
Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, daj mi sok
[Redak 1: Joyner Lucas]
Natrag na moj sranje, leđa na zid
Okrenem leđa na vas, sve vas završio
Povratak na te metke, to je povratak na posao
Izvucite moj MAC van i sve vas runnin'
Povratak na moj napa govno, to je natrag u pushin'
Ovi paketi i sam zapravo Pumpin'
Ne mogu zajebavati s vama repera, što praktički suckin'
Vi mighta otišao platinasto ali da to ne znači ništa
Ja sam zapravo buzzin' ovaj put
Ravno u kuhinju, rekao sam „em pećnica je moj
Ja ne zajebavati s vama (Woo!)
Ako te ne ubije, samo znam da gon”trpjeti ovaj put
Nisam ni kriminalac, ali sam dobio neke energičnu glazbu
Neki lanci i neke lopatice i par noževa
Helikopteri i jammies, jarebicu, kruška stablo
Moje 12 dana Božića bio ništa, ali laži (I)
Trčanje na vas teško kao sumo (sumo)
Kažu da sam govoriti kao chulo (Chulo)
Ja živim na Marsu, nisam Bruno (Woo)
Kuja sam pas, zovu me Cujo (ura)
Vi igrati svoje karte, ja preokrenuti na vas sve
A ja samo mogu izvući 4 kao Uno (Bup)
Cállate boca mejor, maricón, malo Puto, a svi vi Čulo (Joyner)
Oni su izmislili razinu u getu dobiti stari
Gledao za Nešto sam prolly nikada ne mogu naći sada
Sranje dobiti relevantne „do” nother govedine jenjavati
U istinu, A crnjo samo stvarno želiš privežu
Ja sam bio sam i ja nikad ne treba nikoga
Dovoljno je samo ja i moja shotty, reći ću ti niggas leći
Zadržati sav novac, nisam htjela lifestyle
Ja samo molim Boga da mi son'll biti u redu sada
Rekao sam nije ni ljubav za drugu stranu
Ili bilo tko tko je ikada žele dim (Joyner)
Kad umrem ja idem kao gubitnik koji nikada nije izgubio nadu (Da)
Vi u krivu kabini na pogrešnom putu
Nigga, pogrešan način, krivo cesta (Woo, Woo)
Zmije u travi tryna skliznuti brzo
Upravo sam kupio jebeno kosilicu (Vroom!)
[Pre-redak: Eminem]
Sam učinio, rekao je Lotta stvari u mom danu, priznajem
To je osveta na neki način, ja to žalim što sam to učinio
Sam učinio osvojio par Grammyja, ali sam prodao svoju dušu da bi ih
nije bio u njoj za trofeje, samo jebena priznanje
Jebi je razlika?
Ja sam tu kreker, savijati zakon, jebi pravila
Čovječe, ja se sve to riskirati, sad sam se previše izgubiti
Ja sam bio eatin' dovoljno dugo, čovjek, moj želudac bi trebao biti pun
Upravo sam pojeo, polizao tanjur, moja buffet, blago meni
Jebi ti misliš? (Woo!)
[Redak 2: Eminem]
Dobio sam par palače
Ipak nemam nikakve manire
Imaš par ghostwriters
No, da bi ove djece to zapravo ne smeta
Oni pitam ja ‘Koji kurac se dogodilo s hip-hop?’
Rekao sam: „Nemam nikakav odgovor.”
Zato što sam uzeo L kad sam pao moj zadnji album
To me boli kao pakao, ali sam natrag na ovim repera
A zapravo comin' iz skromnih početaka
Ja sam pomalo neugodno pobjeda
Volio bih da mogu reći: „Što prekrasan osjećaj!”
Mi smo u usponu kao što smo punchin' strop!
Ali ništa je osjećaj kao bilo tko ima bilo jebeno sposobnost
Da čak i staviti na temu, to je killin' me
Nemogućnost olovke poniznosti
Ha-ta-ta ba-ta-ta, zašto ne bismo hrpu
Jebena pjesme o ništa i mumljati „em?
Jebi ga, ja idem za vratnu
Sranje je cirkus, vi klaunovi koji su Comin' gore
Ne daj unca od motherfuck
O onima koji su pred vama da se rap
Ponovimo ukratko, put natrag, MK je da iskaliti pustoš na kasetofon
ADAT je, gdje je G Raps i Kanes na?
Moramo 3 Nizove što prije i dovesti Masta Ace leđa
Uzrok polovice tih repera ima oštećenje mozga
Sve mršav rappin', lice tats, syruped je poput stabla SAP
Ne mrzim zamku, a ja ne želim činiti lud
Ali, u stvari, gdje je stari mi na? Isto mačka
To bi se taj feedback i cilj povratak, moram da
Ali mislim da je to neizbježno
Oni znaju što gumb za tisak ili što poluga za izvlačenje
Da bi mi na ugriz ipak (Lil”kuja)
A ako sam to obratite pažnju da prob'ly sam Makin' je veći
Ali ste bili takin' ya kurcem u jebeni natrag, ho (Get it?)
Na rubu, svaki čas me je razmišljao o finishin'
Sve s acetaminofen i reapin' prednosti
Ja sam zaspao za volanom ponovno
Kao što sam vrh u razmišljati o zlu namjeru
Drugog beat Ja sam ubiti opet
Uzrok čak i ako moram završiti eatin' pilulu ponovno
Čak i ketamin ili metamfetamin s minithin
Bolje biti najmanje 70 ili 300 miligrama
I možda i zato Ja sam završiti kost 'negativca ponovno
Razine ovog sranja, dobio sam dizalo
Vi nikada ne bi mogao reći da mi ja nisam jebena rekorde
Zvučim kao pokvarena ploča svaki put sam oboriti rekord
Nitko nikada nije mogao oduzeti nasljedstvo sam napravio, ja nikad razonoditi
Motherfucker, sad sam dobio pravo da se na taj način
Dobio sam inat u moju DNK
Ali ja roll „Til kotači otpasti, ja sam workin” neumorno, ayy
To je trenutak svi vi bili waitin' za
Kao California wishin' kiša zaliti
U tom suše, y'all bio prayin' za
Moj pad od 8 Mile u ljevak
Uvijek isti Marshall, koji odmetnik
To kažu kako je pisac Možda sam pao
Vratio sam se na taj bik poput kauboja
[Hor: Joyner Lucas & Eminem]
Dakle, svi vi gotta move (Da), y'all gotta move (Da), y'all gotta move
Daj mi malo mjesta, daj mi malo mjesta, daj mi sok
Hop iz coupe, hop iz coupe, hop van i pucati
Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, daj mi sok