Eminem Lucky You Lyrics Ft Joyner Lucas (rap song 2018)

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yricstuneful presents the English Song video of Lucky You. American rapper Eminem, Joyner Lucas’s new song Lucky You lyrics in English. The lyrics of new song Lucky You has written by Eminem, Joyner Lucas, Boi-1da, Jahaan Sweet & IllaDaProducer. Eminem, Boi-1da, Jahaan Sweet & IllaDaProducer composed the music for the song. The song released under the label EminemMusic and the new song Lucky You has released on August 31, 2018.


Woah, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, 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 (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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 (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Y’all been eatin’ long enough, it’s my turn to cut the food (Yeah)
Pass the plate (Yeah), where my drink (Hol’ up)?
This my day (Yeah, yeah), lucky you, fuck you too, woo!

Y’all gotta move, 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

Back on my bullshit, 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 runnin’ (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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’ (Yuh)
You might’a 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 (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 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 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
Lookin’ for somethin’ I prolly can never find now (Yeah, yeah)
Shit get realer, but ’til all the beef die down (Yeah)
In truth, a nigga 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 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 (Woo! Woo!)
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!)

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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 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!)

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 (Yeah)
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 (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 rappin’, 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’ bitch)
And if I pay it attention, I’m prob’ly makin’ it bigger
But you’ve been takin’ ya dicks and I’m 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 begin to thinkin’ 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 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 (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
Motherfucker, 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 waitin’ for like California
Wishin’ rain to pour in that drought, y’all
Been prayin’ 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

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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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Written By:
Eminem, Joyner Lucas, Boi-1da, Jahaan Sweet & IllaDaProducer


Song TitleLucky You
SingerEminem, Joyner Lucas
LyricistEminem, Joyner Lucas, Boi-1da, Jahaan Sweet & IllaDaProducer
MusicEminem, Boi-1da, Jahaan Sweet & IllaDaProducer
Music labelEminemMusic
Release DateAugust 31, 2018

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Who wrote the lyrics of the “Lucky You” song?
The lyrics of the new song “Lucky You” has written by Eminem, Joyner Lucas, Boi-1da, Jahaan Sweet & IllaDaProducer.

Who sang the new song “Lucky You”?
The “Lucky You” song has sung by Eminem, and Joyner Lucas.

Who is the composer of the new song “Lucky You”?
The music director for “Lucky You” has Eminem, Boi-1da, Jahaan Sweet & IllaDaProducer.