Lucky You [feat. Joyner Lucas] by Eminem, tabs and chords at PlayUkuleleNET

Lucky You [feat. Joyner Lucas]

by Eminem

Biography:

Marshall Bruce Mathers III (born October 17, 1972), known professionally as Eminem (often stylized as EMIN?M), is an American rapper, songwriter, record producer, record executive, and actor.

Eminem is the best-selling artist of the 2000s in the United States. Throughout his career, he has had 10 number-one albums on the Billboard 200 and five number-one singles on the Billboard Hot 100. With more than 47.4 million albums and 107.5 million singles sold in the U.

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Woah Joyner Joyner yeah yeah yeah
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Yeah I done did a lot of things in my day I admit it
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I don't take back what I say if I said it then I meant it
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All my life I want a Grammy but I'll prolly never get it
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I ain't never had no trophy or no motherfuckin' ribbon
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Fuck the system I'm that nigga bend the law cut the rules
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I'm about to risk it all I ain't got too much to lose
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Y'all been eatin' long enough it's my turn to cut the food
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Pass the plate Where my drink This my day lucky you

Fuck you too woah

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Y'all gotta move Y'all gotta move Y'all gotta move
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Give me some room give me some room give me the juice
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Hop out the coupe hop out the coupe how 'bout I shoot
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Y'all gotta move Y'all gotta move give me the juice

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Back on my bullshit my back to the wall

Turn my back on you all and you're finished
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Back to these bullets it's back to the job
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Pull my MAC out and all of you runnin'
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Back on my hood shit it's back to the pushin'

These packs and I'm actually pumpin'
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Can't fuck with you rappers you practically suckin'
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You mighta went platinum but that don't mean nothin'
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I'm actually buzzin' this time

Straight out the kitchen I told them the oven is mine
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I do not fuck with you guys
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If I don't care you just know that you gonna suffer this time
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I ain't no gangster but I got some bangin'

Some chains and some blades in and a couple of knives
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Choppers and jammies a partridge a pear tree
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My twelve days of Christmas was nothin' but lies
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Why don't you holla like a sumo sumo

They say I talk like a chulo chulo
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I live in Mars I'm not Bruno
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Bitch I'm a dog call me Cujo
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You play your cards I reverse on you all

And I might just drop four like an Uno
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Cállate boca mejor maricón little puto and all of you culo
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They've invented a level off in the ghetto to ghetto

Lookin' for something that prolly can never find out
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Shake irrelevant and tell 'em to beef right now
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What you would nigga You really want me tied down
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I've been alone I never needed nobody

Just only me and my shotty I'll tell these niggas to lie down
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Keep all of the money I never wanted the lifestyle
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I just pray to God that my son'll be alright now
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I said ain't no love for the other side

Or anyone who ever want smoke
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When I die I'm goin' out as the underdog who never lost hope
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You in the wrong cab down the wrong path

Nigga wrong way wrong road

Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast

I just bought a fuckin' lawn mower

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I have said a lotta things in my day I admit it
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This is payback in a way I regret it that I did it
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I done won a couple Grammys but I sold my soul to get 'em
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Wasn't in it for the trophies just the fuckin' recognition

Fuck's the difference
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I'm that cracker bend the law fuck the rules

Man I used to risk it all now I got too much to lose
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I been eatin' long enough man my stomach should be full

I just ate lick the plate my buffet lucky me

Fuck you think Woo

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I got a couple of mansions
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Still I don't have any manners
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You got a couple of ghostwriters
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But to these kids it don't actually matter
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They're askin' me What the fuck happened to hip-hop
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I said I don't have any answers
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Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album
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It hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappers
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And actually coming from humble beginnings
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I'm somewhat uncomfortable winning
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I wish I could say What a wonderful feeling
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We're on the upswing like we're punchin' the ceiling
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But nothin' is stealing like anyone has any fuckin' ability
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To even stick to a subject it's killin' me
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the inability to pin humility
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Hatata batata why don't we make a bunch of fuckin'

Songs about nothin' and mumble
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And fuck it I'm goin' for the jugular
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Shit is a circus you clowns that are comin' up
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Don't give an ounce of a motherfuck
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About the ones that were here before you
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to make raps let's recap
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Way back MC's that recap and tape decks
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Eight DATs with the G raps and Kane's hat
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We need 3 Stacks ASAP and bring lap Masta Ace back
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Because half of these rappers have brain damage
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All the lean rappin' face tats syruped out like tree sap
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I don't hate trap and I don't wanna seem mad
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But in fact with an old-me at the same cat that would take that
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Feedback and aim back I need that
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But I think it's inevitable

That you're a button to press or a lever to pull

They give me the snap though Lil' bitch

And if I paid attention I'd probably makin' it big

But you've been takin' the dicks

In the fuckin' back ho get it
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On the brink any minute

Got me thinkin' of finishin' everything
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With acetaminophen then reapin' the benefits
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I'ma sleep at the wheel again
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As I peak into thinkin' about an evil intent

Of another beat I'ma kill again
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Cause even if I gotta end up eatin' a pill again
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Even ketamine or methamphetamine
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With the Manidon it better be at least 7 to 3 milligram
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And I might as well 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain again
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Levels to this shit I got an elevator
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You could never say to me I'm not a fuckin' record breaker
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I sound like a broken record every time I break a record
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Nobody could ever take away the legacy I made a navigator
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Motherfucker never got a right to be this way
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I got spite inside my DNA
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But I work 'til the wheels fall off I'm workin' tirelessly ay
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It's the moment Y'all been waitin' for

Like California wishin' rain would pour
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And that drought Y'all have been prayin' for
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My downfall from the 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

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So y'all gotta move yeah

Y'all gotta move yeah Y'all gotta move
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Give me some room give me some room give me the juice
A#m
Hop out the coupe hop out the coupe how 'bout I shoot
F# F
Y'all gotta move Y'all gotta move give me the juice