(Refrain: Eminem)
I done said a lot of things in my day
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 them (ah)
Wasn't in it for the trophies (nah)
Just the fucking recognition
Fuck's the difference? I'm that cracker
Bend the law, fuck the rules
Man, I used to risk it all
Now I got too much to lose
I've been eating long enough
Man, my stomach should be full
I just ate, licked the plate, my buffet
Lucky me? Fuck you think, woo!
(Verse: Eminem)
I got a couple of mansions
Still, I don't have any manners (manors)
You got a couple of ghostwritеrs
But to these kids, it don't actually matter
Thеy're asking me:
"What the fuck happened to hip-hop?"
I said I don't have any answers
Because 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 fucking ability to even stick to a subject
Is killing me, the inability to pin humility
Ha-ta-ta ba-ta-ta, why don't we make a bunch
Of fucking songs about nothing and mumble them?
Fuck it, I'm going for the jugular
Shit is a circus, you clowns that are coming up
Don't give an ounce of a motherfuck 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, woo
ADATs, where the G Raps and Kanes at?
We need 3 Stacks ASAP and bring Masta Ace back
Because 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 to press or what lever to pull
To get me to snap though (little bitch)
And if I'm paying attention, I'm probably
Making it bigger but you've been taking your dicks
And I'm fucking 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 peak into thinking about an evil intent
Of another beat, I'ma kill again
Because even if I gotta end up eating a pill again
Even ketamine or methamphetamine with the minithin
It better be at least 70 to 300 milligram
And I might as well because I'ma end up being a villain again
Levels to this shit, I got an elevator
You can never say to me I'm not a fucking record breaker
I sound like a broken record every time I break a record
Nobody can 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 until the wheels fall off, I'm working tirelessly
Ayy, it's the moment y'all been waiting for
Like California wishing rain would pour
In that drought, y'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
But I'm back on that bull like the cowboys
(Chorus: Eminem and Joyner Lucas)
So y'all gotta move, yeah, y'all gotta move
Yeah, y'all 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, y'all gotta move (boom, bap)
Y'all gotta move (woo!), give me the juice
READ MORE ABOUT EMINEM
