Lucky You Lyrics – Eminem ft. Joyner Lucas

English 2K August 31, 2018
Lucky You Lyrics by Eminem ft. Joyner Lucas from Curtain Call 2 (2022) album. The music is produced by Eminem, Boi-1da, Jahaan Sweet, IllaDaProducer, while lyrics are written by Eminem, Joyner Lucas, Boi-1da, Jahaan Sweet, IllaDaProducer. The music track was released on August 31, 2018.

Lucky You Song Lyrics

[Intro: Joyner Lucas]
Woah, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Refrain: Joyner Lucas]
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 motherf**king ribbon
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
F**k the system
I'm that n!gga, bend the law, cut the rules
I'm about to risk it all
I ain't got too much to lose
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Y'all been eating long enough
It's my turn to cut the food (Yeah)
Pass the plate (Yeah), where my drink (Hold up)?
This my day (Yeah, yeah)
Lucky you, f**k you too, woo!

[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
Y'all gotta move, yeah
Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move
Give me some room (Woo!)
Give me some room (Hey!), give me the juice
Hop out the coupe
Hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot
Y'all gotta move (Boom, bap)
Y'all gotta move (Woo!), give me the juice

[Verse 1: Joyner Lucas]
Back on my bullsh!t, my back to the wall
Turn my back on you, all of you finished (Bap, bop, bop)
Back to these bullets, it's back to the job
Pull my MAC out and all of you running (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Back on my hood sh!t, it's back to the pushing
These packs and I'm actually pumping
Can't f**k with you rappers, you practically sucking (Yuh)
You might'a went platinum but that don't mean nothing
I'm actually buzzing this time
Straight out the kitchen, I told 'em the oven is mine
I do not f**k with you guys (Woo!)
If I don't kill you
Just know you gone suffer this time (Yeah!)
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 Twelve Days of Christmas was nothing 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!)
B!tch, I'm a dog, call me Cujo (Rah)
You play your cards, I reverse on you all
And I might just draw four like a Uno (Bup)
Cállate boca mejor, maricón
Little puto, and all of you culo (Joyner)
They've embedded the level, I been the ghetto to ghetto
Looking for something I prolly can never find now
(Yeah, yeah)
Sh!t get realer, but 'til all the beef die down (Yeah)
In truth, a n!gga just really want me tied down (Bop, bop)
I've been alone and I never needed nobody
Just only me and my shawty
I'll tell these n!ggas to lie down
Keep all the money, I never wanted the lifestyle
I just pray to God that my son'll be alright now
(Woo! Woo!)
I said ain't no love for the other side
Or anyone who ever want smoke (Joyner)
When I die I'm going out as the underdog
Who never lost hope (Yeah)
You in the wrong cab, down the wrong path
N!gga, wrong way, wrong road (Woo! Woo!)
Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast
I just bought a f**king lawn mower (Vroom!)

[Refrain: Eminem]
I done said a lotta things in my day, I admit it
This is payback in a way (Yeah)
I regret it that I did it
I done won a couple Grammys
But I sold my soul to get 'em (Ah)
Wasn't in it for the trophies (Nah)
Just the f**king recognition
F**k's the difference?
I'm that cracker, bend the law, f**k the rules
Man, I used to risk it all
Now I got too much to lose
I've been eating long enough, man
My stomach should be full
I just ate, l!cked the plate
My buffet, lucky me, f**k 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 asking me, "What the f**k 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 (Yeah)
And actually coming 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 punching the ceiling!"
But nothing is feeling like anyone has any f**king ability
To even stick to a subject, it's killing me
The inability to pen humility
Ha-ta-ta, ba-ta-ta, why don't we make a bunch of
F**king songs about nothing and mumble 'em?
F**k it, I'm going for the jugular
Sh!t is a circus, you clowns that are coming up
Don't give an ounce of a motherf**k
About the ones that were here before you that made rap
(Yeah)
Let's recap, way back, MC's that (What?)
Wreak havoc on tape decks (Woo)
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 rapping, face tats, syruped out like tree sap
I don't hate trap (Nah), and I don't wanna seem mad
But in fact (Yeah), 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 give me to snap though
(Lil' b!tch)
And if I pay it attention, I'm prob'ly making it bigger
But you've been taking ya d!cks and I'm f**king back, ho
(Get it?)
On the brink, any minute got me thinking of finishing
Everything with acetaminophen and reaping the benefits
I'm asleep at the wheel again, as I begin to thinking
About an evil intent of another beat I'ma kill again
'Cause even if I gotta end up eating a pill again
Even ketamine or methamphetamine with the minithin
It better be at least seventy or three-hundred milligram
And I might as well
'cause I'ma end up being a villain again
Levels to this sh!t, I got an elevator
You could never say to me
I'm not a f**king record breaker (Yeah)
I sound like a broken record every time I break a record
Nobody could ever take away the legacy I made
I never cater
Motherf**ker, now I got a right to be this way
I got spite inside my DNA (Yeah)
But I roll 'til the wheels fall off
I'm working tirelessly, ayy
It's the moment y'all been waiting for like California
Wishing rain to pour in that drought, y'all
Been praying for my downfall (Yeah)
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

[Outro: Eminem & Joyner Lucas]
So y'all gotta move, yeah
Y'all gotta move, yeah, y'all gotta move
Give me some room (Woo!)
Give me some room (Hey!), give me the juice
Hop out the coupe (Joyner!)
Hop out the coupe (Joyner!), hop out and shoot
Y'all gotta move (Boom, bap)
Y'all gotta move (Woo!), give me the juice

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Last Update: July 31, 2023

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Who is the singer of "Lucky You" song?

"Lucky You" song is sung by Eminem ft. Joyner Lucas.

Who is the lyrics writer of "Lucky You" song?

"Lucky You" song lyrics written by Eminem, Joyner Lucas, Boi-1da, Jahaan Sweet, IllaDaProducer.

Who is the music producer of "Lucky You" song?

"Lucky You" song music composed & produced by Eminem, Boi-1da, Jahaan Sweet, IllaDaProducer.

When was "Lucky You" song released?

"Lucky You" song was released on August 31, 2018.