Lucky You - Eminem ft. Joyner Lucas




The Experience: Give me some room, give me some room... The pressures of being a winner and an underdog...

Music video: Joyner Lucas and Eminem are stalked by a growing horde of black-hooded figures with glowing red eyes. But they're not dangerous. They can only copy what Joyner and Eminem do - just like the other rappers they both claim was doing everything we've been doing since the whole shift.

The Meaning of Lucky You: Joyner and Eminem look at success from opposite sides of the fence. Joyner is the underdog - all my life I want a Grammy but I'll prolly never get it I ain't never had no trophy and I ain't got too much to loseEminem's at the top - now I got too much to lose I been eating long enough. But Eminem's not happy - man my stomach should be full. For him it's a bitter sarcastic lucky me. Joyner isn't happy either - my twelve days of Christmas was nothin' but lies - but his version of bitterness is rebellion - keep all of the money, I never wanted the lifestyle I just pray to God that my son'll be alright now and when I die I'm goin' out as the underdog who never lost hope. And the warpath against the lucky ones - snakes in the grass tryna slither fast I just bought a f-ckin' lawn mower.

Ask yourself: How do you gauge success? Do you define your own or do you need recognition?

Album: Kamikaze (2018)

LYRICS:


[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 m-th-rf'ck-n' ribbon
F-ck the system, I'm that n-gg-, 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-ck you too, woah!

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, how bout I shoot?
Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice

Back on my b-llsh-t, my back to the wall
Turn my back on you all and you're finished
Back to these bullets, it's back to the job
Pull my MAC out and all of you runnin'
Back on my hood sh-t, it's back to the pushin'
These packs and I'm actually pumpin'
Can't f-ck with you rappers, you practically suckin'
You might've went platinum, but that don't mean nothin'
I'm actually buzzin' this time
Straight out the kitchen, I told them the oven is mine
I do not f-ck with you guys
If I don't care you just know that you gonna suffer this time
I ain't no gangster but I got some bangers
Some chains and some blades in and a couple of knives
Choppers and jammies, a partridge in a pear tree
My twelve days of Christmas was nothin' but lies
Why don't you holla like a sumo (sumo)
They say I talk like a chulo (chulo) [someone who's swag and knows it]
I live in Mars, I'm not Bruno
B-tch I'm a dog, call me Cujo
You play your cards, I reverse on you all
And I might just drop four like an Uno
Cállate boca mejor, maricón, little puto, and all of you culo
[Shut up, f-g, little h--, and all of you butt]
They've invented a level off in the ghetto to ghetto
Lookin' for something that prolly can never find out
Shake irrelevant and tell 'em to beef right now
What you would n-gg-? You 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-gg-s to lie down
Keep all of 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
You in the wrong cab down the wrong path
N-gg- wrong way, the wrong road
Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast
I just bought a f-ckin' lawn mower

[Eminem]
I have 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-ck-n' recognition
F-ck's the difference?
I'm that cracker!
Bend the law
F-ck the rules
Man I used to risk it all
Now I got too much to lose
I been eating long enough
Man my stomach should be full
I just ate, lick the plate, my buffet
Lucky me
F-ck you think? (woo!)

[MUSIC VIDEO]


Eminem: Hold on a minute. Are they doing everything we do?
Joyner: Bro, they was doing everything we've been doing since the whole shift. They've been copying me all day. Watch this-
Eminem: Really?
Joyner: Yeah. Watch this. See?
Eminem: No sh-t?
Joyner: Yeah!
Eminem: F-ck it!

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-ck 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 stealing like anyone has any f-ckin' ability
To even stick to a subject, it's killin' me, the inability to pin humility
Hatata batata, why don't we make a bunch of f-ckin'
Songs about nothin' and mumble!
And f-ck it, I'm goin' for the jugular
Sh-t is a circus, you clowns that are comin' up
Don't give an ounce of a m-th-rf-ck
About the ones that were here before you to make raps, it's recap
Way back, MC's that recap and tape decks
ADAT's with the G raps and Kane's hat
We need 3 stacks ASAP, and bring Masta Ace back
Because 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 with a old-me at the same cat that would take that
Feedback and aim back, I need that
But I think it's inevitable
They all got button to press or a lever to pull
They give me the snap though (lil' b-tch)
And if I paid attention I'd probably makin' it big
But you've been takin' the d-cks in the f-ckin' back, -- (get it?)
On the brink in a minute
Got me thinkin' of finishin' everything
With acetaminophen then reapin' the benefits
I'ma sleep at the wheel again
As I peak into thinkin' about an evil intent
Of another beat 'em and kill again
'Cause even if I gotta end up eatin' a pill again
Even ketamine or methamphetamine with the Manidon
It better be at least 70 to 300 milligram
And I might as well 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain again
Levels to this sh-t, 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 a navigator
M-th-rf-ck-r never got a right to be this way
I got spite inside my DNA
But I work 'til the wheels fall off, I'm workin' tirelessly, ayy
It's the moment y'all been waitin' for
Like California wishin' rain would pour
And that drought y'all have been prayin' for
My downfall from the 8 Mile to the Southpaw
Still the same Marshall that outlaw
That they say is a writer might've fell off
But back on that bull like the cowboys

[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, how bout I shoot?
Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice


review by Benjamin O'Loughlin
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