Lucky You

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[Chorus 1]
                               Bbm
Yeah, I done did a lot of things in 
my day, I admit it
                           Gb      
I don't take back what I say, if I 
                  Fm
said it then I meant it
                        Bbm
All my life I want a Grammy, but 
I'll prolly never get it
                       Gb        
I ain't never had no trophy or no 
                 Fm
motherfuckin' ribbon (Yah I said it)
                            Bbm
Fuck the system, I'm that nigga, 
bend the law, cut the rules
                      Gb         
I'm about to risk it all, I ain't 
                   Fm
got too much to lose
Fm                         Bbm
Y'all been eatin' long enough, it's 
my turn to cut the food
                             Gb    
Pass the plate! Where my drink? 
               Fm
This my day, lucky you
Fm
Fuck you too, woo!

[Chorus 2]
Bbm
Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, 
y'all gotta move
Gb                            
Give me some room, give me some 
    Fm
room, give me the juice
Bbm
Hop out the coupe, hop out the 
coupe, hop out and shoot
Gb                             Fm
Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, 
give me the juice

[Verse 1]
Bbm
Back on my bullshit, my back to the 
wall
Bbm
Turn my back on you, all of you 
finished
Gb
Back to these bullets, it's back to 
the job
       Fm
Pull my MAC out and all of you 
runnin'
 Bbm
Back on my hood shit, it's back to 
the pushin'
Bbm
These packs and I'm actually pumpin'
                        Gb
Can't fuck with you rappers, you 
practically suckin'
                    Fm
You mighta went platinum but that 
don't mean nothin'
                   Bbm
I'm actually buzzin' this time
Bbm
Straight out the kitchen, I told 'em
 the oven is mine
           Gb
I do not fuck with you guys
                           Fm
If I don't kill you, just know you 
gon' suffer this time
            Bbm
I ain't no gangster but I got some 
bangers
Bbm
Some chains and some blades and a 
couple of knives
             Gb
Choppers and jammies, a partridge, a
 pear tree
                      Fm
My twelve days of Christmas was 
nothin' but lies (Ayy)
Bbm
I run at you hard like a sumo (Sumo)
Bbm
They say I talk like a chulo (Chulo)
Gb
I live in Mars, I'm not Bruno (Woo)
Fm
Bitch I'm a dog, call me "Cujo" 
(Rah)
 Bbm
You play your cards, I reverse on 
you all

And I might just draw 4 like a Uno 
(Bup)
Gb                                
Callate boca mejor, maricon, 
     Fm
little puto, and all of you culo 
(Joyner)
           Bbm
They've invented a level up in the 
ghetto to get old
Bbm
Lookin' for somethin' I prolly can 
never find now
            Gb
Shit get relevant 'til the beef die 
down
          Fm
In truth a nigga just really want me
 tied down
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            Bbm
I've been alone and I never needed 
nobody
Bbm
Just only me and my shotty, I'll 
tell these niggas to lie down
              Gb
Keep all the money, I never wanted 
the lifestyle
              Fm
I just pray to God that my son'll be
 alright now
       Bbm
I said ain't no love for the other 
side
Bbm
Or anyone who ever want smoke 
(Joyner)
  Gb                         
When I die I'm goin' out as a 
          Fm
underdog who never lost hope (Yeah)
             Bbm
You in the wrong cab down the wrong 
path

Nigga, wrong way, wrong road (Woo, 
woo)
        Gb
Snakes in the grass tryna slither 
fast
         Fm
I just bought a fuckin' lawn mower 
(Vroom!)

[Chorus 1]
               Bbm
I done said a lotta things in my 
day, I admit it
                       Gb          
This is payback in a way, I regret 
          Fm
it that I did it
                     Gb
I done won a couple Grammys, but I 
sold my soul to get 'em
                      Fm
Wasn't in it for the trophies, just 
the fuckin' recognition

Fuck's the difference?
         F
I'm that cracker, bend the law, fuck
 the rules
F
Man I used to risk it all, now I got
 too much to lose
F
I've been eatin' long enough, man my
 stomach should be full
F
I just ate, licked the plate, my 
buffet, lucky me
F
Fuck you think? (Woo!)

[Verse 2]
Bbm
I got a couple of mansions
Gb
Still I don't have any manners
Bbm
You got a couple of ghost writers
                Gb
But to these kids it don't actually 
matter
           Bbm
They're askin' me, "What the fuck 
happened to hip-hop?"
    Gb
I said, "I don't have any answers."
                  Bbm
'Cause I took an L when I dropped my
 last album
                  Gb
It hurt me like hell but I'm back on
 these rappers
              Bbm
And actually comin' from humble 
beginnings
                   Gb
I'm somewhat uncomfortable winning
                 Bbm
I wish I could say, "What a 
wonderful feeling!"
                           Gb
"We're on the upswing like we're 
punchin' the ceiling!"
                   Bbm
But nothin' is feeling like anyone 
has any fuckin' ability

To even stick to a subject, it's 
killin' me
    Gb
The inability to pen humility
Gb
Ha-ta-ta ba-ta-ta, why don't we make
 a bunch of
Bbm
Fuckin' songs about nothin' and 
mumble 'em?
  Gb
Fuck it, I'm goin' for the jugular
          Bbm
Shit is a circus, you clowns that 
are comin' up
               Gb
Don't give an ounce of a motherfuck
                         Bbm
About the ones that were here before
 you that made rap
Let's recap, way back, MC's that 
     Gb
wreak havoc on tape decks
Gb
ADAT's, where the G Raps and Kanes 
at?
                 Bbm
We need 3 Stacks ASAP and bring 
Masta Ace back
Bbm                               
'Cause half of these rappers have 
Gb
brain damage
 Gb
All the lean rappin', face tats, 
syruped out like tree sap
              Gb
I don't hate trap, and I don't wanna
 seem mad
Gb
But in fact, where the old me at? 
The same cat
Gb
That would take that feedback and 
aim back, I need that
F
But I think it's inevitable
F
They know what button to press or 
what lever to pull
F
To get me to snap though (Lil' 
bitch)
F
And if I pay it attention I'm 
probably makin' it bigger
Bbm
But you've been takin' ya dicks in 
the fuckin' back, ho (Get it?)
Bbm
On the brink, any minute got me 
thinkin' of finishin'
Bbm
Everything with acetaminophen and 
reapin' the benefits
Bbm
I'm asleep at the wheel again
Bbm
As I peak into thinkin' about an 
evil intent
Bbm
Of another beat I'ma kill again
Bbm
'Cause even if I gotta end up eatin'
 a pill again
Bbm
Even ketamine or methamphetamine 
with the minithin
Bbm
It better be at least 70 to 300 
milligram
Bbm
And I might as well 'cause I'ma end 
up bein' a villain again
Bbm
Levels to this shit, I got an 
elevator
Bbm
You could never say to me I'm not a 
fuckin' record breaker
Bbm
I sound like a broken record every 
time I break a record
Bbm
Nobody could ever take away the 
legacy I made, I never cater
Bbm
Motherfucker, now I got a right to 
be this way
Bbm
I got spite inside my DNA
Bbm
But I wrote 'til the wheels fall 
off,
Bbm
I'm workin' tirelessly, ayy
F
It's the moment y'all been waitin' 
for
F
Like California wishin' rain to pour
F
In that drought, y'all been prayin' 
for
F
My downfall from the 8 Mile to the 
Southpaw
F
Still the same Marshall, that outlaw
F
That they say as a writer might've 
fell off
F
I'm back on that bull like the 
cowboy

[Chorus 3]
Bbm
So y'all gotta move (Yeah),
Bbm
y'all gotta move (Yeah), y'all gotta
 move
Gb                            
Give me some room, give me some 
    F
room, give me the juice
Bbm
Hop out the coupe, hop out the 
coupe, hop out and shoot
Gb                             F
Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, 
give me the juice