Lucky You

Lucky You - Corey Davies

Lyrics by：Jahaan Sweet/Marshall Mathers/Ray Illya Fraser/Gary Lucas/Matthew Jehu Samuels

Composed by：Jahaan Sweet/Marshall Mathers/Ray Illya Fraser/Gary Lucas/Matthew Jehu Samuels

Whoa 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 motherf**kin' ribbon

F**k the system I'm that n***a 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

F**k you too woo

Y'all gotta move y'all

Gotta move y'all gotta move

Give me some room

Give me some room yeah give me the juice

Hop out the coupe

Hop out the coupe

Yeah

Hop out and shoot

Y'all gotta move

Y'all gotta move

Yeah

Give me the juice

Back on my bulls**t 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'

Yeah

Back on my hood s**t it's back to the pushin'

These packs and I'm actually pumpin'

Can't f**k 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 f**k with you guys

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 nines

Choppers and jammies a partridge a pear tree

My 12 days of Christmas was nothin' but lies

Hey

I run at you hard like a sumo sumo

They say I talk like a chulo chulo

I live in Mars I'm not bruno woo

B***h 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

S**t get relevant 'til 'nother beef die down

In truth a n***a 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 n***as 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

N***a wrong way wrong road

Woo woo

Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast

I just bought a f**kin' lawn mower

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 f**kin' 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 eatin' long enough man

My stomach should be full

I just ate licked the plate my buffet lucky me

F**k you think woo

I got a couple of mansions

Still I don't have any manners

You got a couple of ghost writers

But to these kids it don't actually matter

They're askin' 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

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 f**kin' 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

F**kin' songs about nothin' and mumble 'em

F**k it I'm goin' for the jugular

S**t is a circus you clowns that are comin' up

Don't give an ounce of a motherf**k

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 snap though

Lil' b***h

And if I pay it attention I'm prob'ly makin' it bigger

But you've been takin' ya digs in

The f**kin' 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 s**t I got an elevator

You could never say to me

I'm not a f**kin' 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

Motherf**ker now I got a right to be this way

I got spite inside my DNA

But I wrote '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

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 yeah

Y'all gotta move

Give me the juice