Lucky You (Eminem Only) lyrics

1:50 to 3:56

[Refrain]
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 da get 'em (Ah)
Wasn't in it for the trophies (Nah), just the f*cking 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 da lose
I've been eating long enough, man, my stomach should be full (f*ck that sh*t, man)
I just ate, licked the plate, my buffet, lucky me, f*ck you think? (Whoo)

[Verse]
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'rе asking me, "What the f*ck happenеd a 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*cking ability
Da even stick to a subject, it's killing me
The inability da pen humility
Ha-ta-ta, ba-ta-ta, why don't we make a bunch of
f*cking songs about nothing and mumble 'em?
f*ck 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*ck
About the ones that were here before you that made rap (Yeah)
Let's recap, way back, MCs that—(What?)
Wreak havoc on tape decks (Whoo)
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 a press
Or what lever da pull da give me da snap though (Lil' b*tch)
And if I pay it attention, I'm prolly making it bigger
But you've been taking ya di*ks, and I'm f*cking back, hoe (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 a 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-hunnid 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 da me I'm not a f*cking 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*cker, 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 ch'all been waiting for like California
Wishing rain a pour in that drought, ch'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 cowboys
So
[Chorus]
Y'all gotta move, yeah, y'all gotta move, yeah