[Intro: Joyner Lucas] ~#**************#~ Woah, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah ~#**************#~ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ~#**************#~ [Refrain: Joyner Lucas] ~#**************#~ Yeah, I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit it ~#**************#~ I dont take back what I say, if I said it, then I meant it ~#**************#~ All my life I want a Grammy, but Ill prolly never get it ~#**************#~ I aint never had no trophy or no motherfuckin ribbon (Yeah, yeah, yeah) ~#**************#~ Fuck the system, Im that nigga, bend the law, cut the rules ~#**************#~ Im about to risk it all, I aint got too much to lose (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) ~#**************#~ Yall been eatin long enough, its 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 ~#**************#~ [Chorus: Joyner Lucas] ~#**************#~ Yall gotta move, yall gotta move, yall 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 ~#**************#~ Yall gotta move (Boom, bap), yall gotta move (Woo), give me the juice ~#**************#~ [Verse 1: Joyner Lucas] ~#**************#~ 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, its back to the job ~#**************#~ Pull my MAC out and all of you runnin (Yeah, yeah, yeah) ~#**************#~ Back on my hood shit, its back to the pushin ~#**************#~ These packs and Im actually pumpin ~#**************#~ Cant fuck with you rappers, you practically suckin (Yeah) ~#**************#~ You mighta went platinum but that dont mean nothin ~#**************#~ Im 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 dont kill you, just know you gon suffer this time (Yeah) ~#**************#~ I aint 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, Im not Bruno (Woo) ~#**************#~ Bitch, Im 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) ~#**************#~ Theyve invented a level up in the ghetto to get old ~#**************#~ Lookin for somethin I prolly can never find now (Yeah, yeah) ~#**************#~ Shit get relevant til all the beef die down (Yeah) ~#**************#~ In truth, a nigga just really want me tied down (Bop, bop) ~#**************#~ Ive been alone and I never needed nobody ~#**************#~ Just only me and my shawty, Ill tell these niggas to lie down ~#**************#~ Keep all the money, I never wanted the lifestyle ~#**************#~ I just pray to God that my sonll be alright now (Woo! Woo!) ~#**************#~ I said aint no love for the other side ~#**************#~ Or anyone who ever want smoke (Joyner) ~#**************#~ When I die Im 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) ~#**************#~ [Refrain: Eminem] ~#**************#~ 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) ~#**************#~ Wasnt in it for the trophies (Nah), just the fuckin recognition ~#**************#~ Fucks the difference? Im that cracker, bend the law, fuck the rules ~#**************#~ Man, I used to risk it all, now I got too much to lose ~#**************#~ Ive been eatin long enough, man, my stomach should be full ~#**************#~ I just ate, licked the plate, my buffet, lucky me, fuck you think? (Woo!) ~#**************#~ [Verse 2: Eminem] ~#**************#~ I got a couple of mansions ~#**************#~ Still, I dont have any manners ~#**************#~ You got a couple of ghostwriters ~#**************#~ But to these kids, it dont actually matter ~#**************#~ Theyre askin me, “What the fuck happened to hip-hop?” ~#**************#~ I said, “I dont have any answers” ~#**************#~ ‘Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album ~#**************#~ It hurt me like hell, but Im back on these rappers (Yeah) ~#**************#~ And actually comin from humble beginnings ~#**************#~ Im somewhat uncomfortable winning ~#**************#~ I wish I could say, “What a wonderful feeling! ~#**************#~ Were on the upswing like were punchin the ceiling!” ~#**************#~ But nothin is feeling like anyone has any fuckin ability ~#**************#~ To even stick to a subject, its killin me ~#**************#~ The inability to pen humility ~#**************#~ Ha-ta-ta, ba-ta-ta, why dont we make a bunch of ~#**************#~ Fuckin songs about nothin and mumble em? ~#**************#~ Fuck it, Im goin for the jugular ~#**************#~ Shit is a circus, you clowns that are comin up ~#**************#~ Dont give an ounce of a motherfuck ~#**************#~ About the ones that were here before you that made rap (Yeah) ~#**************#~ Lets recap, way back, MCs that (What?) ~#**************#~ Wreak havoc on tape decks (Woo) ~#**************#~ ADATs, 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 dont hate trap (Nah), and I dont 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 its 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, Im probly makin it bigger ~#**************#~ But youve been takin ya dicks and Im fuckin back, ho (Get it?) ~#**************#~ On the brink, any minute got me thinkin of finishin ~#**************#~ Everything with acetaminophen and reapin the benefits ~#**************#~ Im asleep at the wheel again, as I begin to thinkin about an evil intent of another beat Ima 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 Ima end up bein a villain again ~#**************#~ Levels to this shit, I got an elevator ~#**************#~ You could never say to me Im 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, Im working tirelessly, ayy ~#**************#~ Its the moment yall been waitin for like California ~#**************#~ Wishin rain to pour in that drought, yall ~#**************#~ 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 mightve fell off ~#**************#~ Im back on that bull like the cowboys ~#**************#~ [Chorus: Eminem & Joyner Lucas] ~#**************#~ So yall gotta move, yeah, yall gotta move, yeah, yall 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 ~#**************#~ Yall gotta move (Boom, bap), yall gotta move (Woo), give me the juice