ft. Joyner Lucas | 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)
ft. Joyner Lucas | 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, da, da, da. Da, učinio sam mnogo stvari u mom danu, priznajem to
Ne uzimam natrag ono što govorim, ako sam to rekao onda sam to mislio
Cijeli moj život želim grammy, ali ja ću ga nikada ne dobiti
Nikad nisam imao trofej ili bez majke
Zajebavati sustav, ja sam ta nigga, savijati zakon, izrezati pravila
Upravo ću sve riskirati, ne mogu previše izgubiti
Svi ste jeli dovoljno dugo, to je moj red da režete hranu
Proći tanjur! Gdje mi piće? Ovaj moj dan, sretan te
Jebi se i tebe, woo!
[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
Y'all moraš premjestiti, y'all moraš premjestiti, te se moram premjestiti
Daj mi sobu, daj mi sobu, daj mi sok
Skočiti u kupe, skočiti u kupe, skočiti i pucati
Y'all moraš se kretati, te se moram premjestiti, daj mi sok
[Stih 1: Joyner Lucas]
Natrag na moj sranje, leđa na zid
Okrenite mi leđa, svi ste završili
Natrag na te metke, vratio se na posao
Povucite moj Mac i sve vas trče
Natrag na moje sranje na haubu, vratio se na guranje
Ovi paketi i ja zapravo pumdim
Ne mogu jebati s tobom repera, praktički suckin
Vi ste otišli platinum, ali to ne znači ništa
Ovaj put sam zapravo buzzin
Ravno iz kuhinje, rekao sam: pećnica je moja
Ne zajebavam se s vama dečki (woo!)
Ako te ne ubijem, samo znam da ćeš završiti ovaj put
Ja nisam gangster, ali imam neke bangers
Neki lanci i neke noževe i nekoliko noževa
Helikopteri i jamms, jarebica, stablo kruške
Moji 12 dana Božića nije ništa, ali laži (i)
Trčite na vas teško kao sumo (sumo)
Kažu da govorim kao chulo (chulo)
Živim na Marsu, nisam Bruno (Woo)
Kuja ja sam pas, nazovi me cujo (rah)
Igraš svoje karte, ja obrnutim na sve
I možda ću samo nacrtati 4 poput UNO (BUP)
Cállate Boca Mejor, Maricón, mali put i svi vi Culo (Joyner)
Izmislili su razinu u getu da bi ostarili
Gledajte za nešto što sada ne mogu naći
Sranje dobiti relevantni 'dok' notehe
U istini, crnac stvarno želi da se povežem
Bio sam sam i nikad nisam trebao nikoga
Samo ja i moj shotty, ja ću reći ovim crncima da legnu
Držite sav novac, nikada nisam htjela životni stil
Samo se molim Bogu da će moj sin biti u redu
Rekao sam da nema ljubavi prema drugoj strani
Ili svatko tko želi dim (Joyner)
Kad umrem, idem kao underdog koji nikada nije izgubio nadu (yeah)
U pogrešnoj kabini na pogrešnom putu
Nigga, pogrešan način, pogrešna cesta (woo, woo)
Zmije u travi pokušavaju brzo
Upravo sam kupio jebenu kosilicu (vrover!)
[Pre-stih: Eminem]
Učinio sam rekoše stvari za lotte u mom danu, priznajem to
Ovo je povrat na neki način, žalim što sam to učinio
Osvojio sam par Grammyja, ali sam prodao svoju dušu da ih dobijem
Nije bio u njemu za trofeje, samo je jebeno priznanje
Jebi je razlika?
Ja sam ta kreker, savijte zakon, jebi pravila
Čovječe, sve sam riskirao, sada sam previše izgubio
Pojeo sam dovoljno dugo, čovječe, moj želudac bi trebao biti pun
Samo sam jeo, lizala sam tanjur, švedski stol, sretan me
Jebi što misliš? (Woo!)
[Stih 2: Eminem]
Imam nekoliko palača
Još uvijek nemam manira
Imaš nekoliko duhova
Ali na tu djecu to zapravo nije važno
Pitaju me: "Što se dogodilo s hip-hopom?"
Rekao sam: "Nemam odgovore."
Jer sam uzeo l kad sam ispustio svoj posljednji album
Povrijedilo me kao pakao, ali vratio sam se na te repere
I zapravo dolazi iz skromnih početaka
Nesretno mi je neugodno
Volio bih da mogu reći: "Kakav divan osjećaj!"
Mi smo na usponu kao što smo punili strop!
Ali ne osjeća se kao da netko ima bilo kakvu jebenu sposobnost
Da se čak držim subjektu, to me ubija
Nemogućnost poniznosti olovke
Ha-ta-ta ba-ta-ta, zašto ne bismo napravili hrpu
Jebene pjesme o ništa i mrmljati ih?
Jebi ga, idem za jugularne
Sranje je cirkus, klaunovi koji se dolaze
Nemojte davati uncu majkefuck
O onima koji su bili ovdje prije nego što je napravio rap
Rekapit ćemo, povratak
Adat je, gdje su g raps i kanes?
Trebamo 3 hrpe što prije i donijeti Masta Ace natrag
Uzrok polovica ovih repera ima oštećenja mozga
Svi lean rappin ', tats lica, sirupirao se kao sok
Ne mrzim zamku, i ne želim se izgledati ludo
Ali u stvari, gdje me stara? Ista mačka
To bi trebalo tu povratnu informaciju i cilj, trebam to
Ali mislim da je neizbježno
Oni znaju koji gumb za pritisak ili koja poluga povući
Da me natjeram da puknem (lil 'kurva)
A ako ga obratim pažnju, ja sam vjerojatno makin
Ali ti si takin ya dicks u jebeni leđa, ho (dobiti?)
Na rubu, bilo minute mi je došao
Sve s acetaminofenom i ponovno žeti koristi
Ponovno spavam na kotaču
Kao što sam vrh u razmišljati o zlo drugoj namjeri
Još jednog ubijanja ja ću opet ubiti
Uzrok čak i ako moram završiti ponovno jesti pilulu
Čak i ketamin ili metamfetamin s mišićom
Bolje je najmanje 70 ili 300 miligrama
I ja bih također mogao 'jer ja sam završio zločinac opet
Razine za ovo sranje, imam dizalo
Nikad mi ne bi mogao reći da nisam jebeni prekidač
Zvučim kao slomljeni rekord svaki put kad razbijem rekord
Nitko nikada nije mogao oduzeti ostavštinu koju sam napravio, nikad ne razonođuje
Majdfucker, sada imam pravo biti na ovaj način
Usprkos sam u svojoj DNK
Ali ja kotrljati 'dok kotači padaju, neumorno radim, a
To je trenutak kad si čekao
Kao što je Kalifornija želja da sipa
U toj sušci, molili ste se
Moj pad s 8 milje do južnog sata
Još uvijek isti marshall, taj odmetni
Da kažu kao pisac možda pao
Vratio sam se na taj bik kao kauboj
[Chorus: Joyner Lucas & Eminem]
Tako da se morate premjestiti (yeah), y'all moram premjestiti (yeah), y'all moraš premjestiti
Daj mi sobu, daj mi sobu, daj mi sok
Skočiti u kupe, skočiti u kupe, skočiti i pucati
Y'all moraš se kretati, te se moram premjestiti, daj mi sok