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Lucky You
Eminem Lyrics


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

Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move
Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice
Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot
Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice

Back on my bullshit, my back to the wall
Turn my back on you all and you finished
Back to these bullets, it's back to the job
Pull my MAC out and all of you runnin'
Back on my hood shit, it's back to the pushin'
These packs and I'm actually pumpin'
Can't fuck with you rappers, you practically suckin'
You mighta went platinum but that don't mean nothin'
I'm actually buzzin' this time
Straight out the kitchen, I told them the oven is mine
I do not fuck with you guys
If I don't kill you, just know you gon' suffer this time
I ain't 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 in Mars, I'm not Bruno
Bitch I'm a dog, call me Cujo
You play your cards, I reverse on you all
And I might just draw four like a Uno
Cállate boca mejor maricón little puto, and all of you culo
They debated the level, I've been to ghetto to ghetto
Looking for something I prolly could never find now
Shit get real up until the beef die down
In truth a nigga just really want me tied down
I've been alone and I never needed nobody
Just only me and my shotty, I'll tell these niggas to lie down
Keep all the money, I never wanted the lifestyle
I just pray to God that my son'll be alright now
I said ain't no love for the other side
Or anyone who ever want smoke (Joyner)
When I die I'm goin' out as the underdog who never lost hope (yeah)
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

I done said a lotta things in my day, I admit it
This is payback in a way, I regret it that I did it
I done won a couple Grammys, but I sold my soul to get 'em
Wasn't in it for the trophies, just the fuckin' 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 been eatin' long enough, man my stomach should be full
I just ate, lick the plate, my buffet, lucky me
Fuck you think? (Woo!)

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're askin' me "What the fuck happened to 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
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 punchin' the ceiling
But nothin' is feeling like anyone has any fuckin' ability
To even stick to a subject, it's killin' me, the inability to pin humility
Hatata batata, why don't we make a bunch of fuckin'
Songs about nothin' and mumble!
And fuck it, I'm goin' for the jugular
Shit is a circus, you clowns that are comin' up
Don't give an ounce of a motherfuck
About the ones that were here before you that made rap, let's recap
Way back, MC's that wreak havoc on tape decks
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 rappin', face tats, syruped out like tree sap
I don't hate trap, and I don't wanna seem mad
But in fact, 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 the snap though (lil' bitch)
And if I pay it attention I'm probably makin' it bigger
But you've been takin' the dicks
In the fuckin' back, ho (get it?)
On the brink, any minute
Got me thinkin' of finishin' everything
With acetaminophen and reapin' the benefits
I'm asleep at the wheel again
As I peak into thinkin' about an evil intent
Of another beat, I'ma kill again
'Cause even if I gotta end up eatin' a pill again
Even ketamine or methamphetamine
With the minithin, it better be at least 70 to 300 milligram
And I might as well 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain again
Levels to this shit I got an elevator
You could never say to me I'm not a fuckin' record breaker
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
But I wrote 'til the wheels fall off, I'm workin' tirelessly, ayy
It's the moment y'all been waitin' for
Like California wishin' rain would pour
And that drought y'all have been prayin' for
My downfall 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 cowboy

So y'all gotta move (yeah), y'all gotta move (yeah), y'all gotta move
Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice
Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, how 'bout I shoot?
Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice

Overall Meaning

The song "Lucky You," featuring Joyner Lucas, is a testament to Eminem's authenticity as a rapper who speaks his truth. The lyrics are Eminem's response to critics who claimed he has fallen off his game, and he dismisses these criticisms with his usual brashness. In the first verse, Eminem admits that he has never won a Grammy and probably won't receive one, but he still takes pride in the work he has done. He uses his platform to call out the hypocrisy in the music industry and issues of social justice, encouraging his listeners to take action against systemic oppression. Joyner Lucas provides a similar message in his verse, emphasizing that he has been through difficult times and has come out stronger because of them.


The lyrics are a reflection of Eminem's life and career in the music industry, as well as the struggles he has faced both personally and professionally. The song is also a nod to his earlier work, such as "Mosh" and "White America," which focused on raising social awareness and using music as a vehicle for change. The chorus repeats the phrase "lucky you," which can be interpreted in a number of ways - as a commentary on privilege or even as a warning that success comes at a cost.


Line by Line Meaning

Whoa, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah
Expressing excitement and acknowledgment towards Joyner Lucas


Yeah, I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit it
Acknowledging past actions and experiences


I don't take back what I say, if I said it then I meant it
Standing by one's words and beliefs


All my life I want a Grammy but I'll prolly never get it
Expressing a desire for recognition and success


I ain't never had no trophy or no motherfuckin' ribbon
Feeling unrecognized and unacknowledged


Fuck the system, I'm that nigga, bend the law, cut the rules
Rejecting societal norms and embracing rebellion


I'm about to risk it all, I ain't got too much to lose
Willing to take chances and face consequences


Y'all been eatin' long enough, it's my turn to cut the food
Demanding a fair share of success and opportunities


Pass the plate! Where my drink? This my day, lucky you
Asserting dominance and claiming one's moment of success


Fuck you too, woah!
Expressing contempt and defiance towards haters


Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move
Urging others to make way for personal progress


Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice
Requesting space and opportunity to shine


Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot
Taking aggressive action and seizing opportunities


Back on my bullshit, my back to the wall
Returning to old ways and facing challenges


Turn my back on you all and you finished
Cutting ties and leaving behind negative influences


Back to these bullets, it's back to the job
Returning to a dangerous lifestyle and violence


Pull my MAC out and all of you runnin'
Using a weapon to intimidate and gain control


Back on my hood shit, it's back to the pushin'
Returning to street life and illegal activities


These packs and I'm actually pumpin'
Engaging in drug dealing


Can't fuck with you rappers, you practically suckin'
Expressing disdain for other artists


You mighta went platinum but that don't mean nothin'
Belittling commercial success in favor of artistic integrity


I'm actually buzzin' this time
Feeling confident and energized


Straight out the kitchen, I told them the oven is mine
Claiming ownership and control over one's success


I do not fuck with you guys
Rejecting association and collaboration with others


If I don't kill you, just know you gon' suffer this time
Promising retaliation and consequences for enemies


I ain't no gangster but I got some bangers
Acknowledging involvement in violence without glorifying it


Some chains and some blades and a couple of knives
Carrying weapons for self-defense and intimidation


Choppers and jammies, a partridge, a pear tree
Listing various weapons and hinting at aggression


My twelve days of Christmas was nothin' but lies
Rejecting the ideals and traditions of society


I run at you hard like a sumo
Approaching challenges with strength and force


They say I talk like a chulo
Being criticized for one's behavior and language


I live in Mars, I'm not Bruno
Emphasizing uniqueness and individuality


Bitch I'm a dog, call me Cujo
Asserting dominance and aggression


You play your cards, I reverse on you all
Turning the tables and gaining control


And I might just draw four like a Uno
Using game metaphors to suggest strategic power


Cállate boca mejor maricón little puto, and all of you culo
Using derogatory language to insult opponents


They debated the level, I've been to ghetto to ghetto
Having experienced and overcome challenging environments


Looking for something I prolly could never find now
Searching for fulfillment or answers that may be unattainable


Shit get real up until the beef die down
Acknowledging the intensity of conflicts and the eventual resolution


In truth a nigga just really want me tied down
Desiring emotional connection and stability


I've been alone and I never needed nobody
Embracing independence and self-sufficiency


Just only me and my shotty, I'll tell these niggas to lie down
Relying on oneself and asserting control over others


Keep all the money, I never wanted the lifestyle
Rejecting materialistic desires in favor of personal fulfillment


I just pray to God that my son'll be alright now
Expressing concern and hope for one's child


I said ain't no love for the other side
Showing loyalty and rejection of enemies


Or anyone who ever want smoke (Joyner)
Challenging and threatening anyone who opposes


When I die I'm goin' out as the underdog who never lost hope (yeah)
Defining oneself as an underdog who perseveres


You in the wrong cab down the wrong path
Accusing others of making poor choices


Nigga wrong way, wrong road
Pointing out mistakes and the consequences that follow


Snakes in the grass, tryna slither fast
Warning of deceitful and opportunistic individuals


I just bought a fuckin' lawn mower
Metaphorically cutting off and eliminating the negative influences


I done said a lotta things in my day, I admit it
Accepting and taking responsibility for past actions


This is payback in a way, I regret it that I did it
Feeling remorse and recognizing the consequences of one's actions


I done won a couple Grammys, but I sold my soul to get 'em
Reflecting on personal sacrifices made for success


Wasn't in it for the trophies, just the fuckin' recognition
Valuing acknowledgment and respect over material rewards


Fuck's the difference?
Questioning the significance and value of achievements


I'm that cracker, bend the law, fuck the rules
Embracing one's identity and challenging authority


Man I used to risk it all, now I got too much to lose
Recognizing the change in priorities and responsibilities


I been eatin' long enough, man my stomach should be full
Expressing satisfaction and accomplishment


I just ate, lick the plate, my buffet, lucky me
Taking pleasure in one's success and indulgence


Fuck you think? (Woo!)
Defying and dismissing others' opinions or criticisms


I got a couple of mansions
Acknowledging material wealth and success


Still I don't have any manners
Acknowledging a lack of refinement or etiquette


You got a couple of ghostwriters
Calling out other artists for hiring songwriters


But to these kids, it don't actually matter
Highlighting the indifference of young fans to such issues


They're askin' me 'What the fuck happened to hip-hop?'
Responding to criticism and questioning the state of the genre


I said 'I don't have any answers'
Admitting a lack of understanding or solutions


'Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album
Acknowledging a perceived failure or disappointment


It hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappers
Overcoming setbacks and returning to the music scene


And actually coming from humble beginnings
Recognizing one's background and origins


I'm somewhat uncomfortable winning
Feeling uneasy about success and newfound wealth


I wish I could say 'What a wonderful feeling!'
Desiring genuine happiness and fulfillment


We're on the upswing like we're punchin' the ceiling
Expressing optimism and progress


But nothin' is feeling like anyone has any fuckin' ability
Expressing disappointment and frustration with the current state of music


To even stick to a subject, it's killin' me, the inability to pin humility
Critiquing the lack of depth and sincerity in contemporary songs


Hatata batata, why don't we make a bunch of fuckin'
Mocking the incoherence of modern lyrics


Songs about nothin' and mumble!
Criticizing the lack of substance and intelligibility in music


And fuck it, I'm goin' for the jugular
Being direct and aggressive in one's approach


Shit is a circus, you clowns that are comin' up
Mocking and dismissing emerging artists


Don't give an ounce of a motherfuck
Showing contempt and disregard for others


About the ones that were here before you that made rap, let's recap
Disregarding and disrespecting the pioneers of the genre


Way back, MC's that wreak havoc on tape decks
Recalling the influential and impactful MCs of the past


ADATs, where the G Raps and Kanes at?
Referencing specific recording equipment and legendary rappers


We need 3 Stacks ASAP, and bring Masta Ace back
Desiring the return of respected and skilled artists


Because half of these rappers have brain damage
Critiquing the lack of lyrical skill and subject matter in contemporary rap


All the lean rappin', face tats, syruped out like tree sap
Mocking the drug culture and gimmicks prevalent in current rap


I don't hate trap, and I don't wanna seem mad
Clarifying one's stance on trap music and avoiding bitterness


But in fact, where the old me at? The same cat that would take that
Longing for the passion and authenticity of one's earlier work


Feedback and aim back, I need that
Craving constructive criticism and inspiration


But I think it's inevitable
Accepting the changing landscape of music


They know what button to press or what lever to pull
Recognizing the manipulative tactics used by others


To get me the snap though (lil' bitch)
Acknowledging the pressure and provocation faced


And if I pay it attention I'm probably makin' it bigger
Realizing the potential consequences of responding to criticism


But you've been takin' the dicks
Mocking others' acceptance of industry exploitation


In the fuckin' back, ho (get it?)
Exposing the disloyalty and betrayal in the music industry


On the brink, any minute
Feeling at the edge of a breaking point


Got me thinkin' of finishin' everything
Contemplating extreme actions or self-destructive thoughts


With acetaminophen and reapin' the benefits
Mentioning a specific drug and its potential consequences


I'm asleep at the wheel again
Feeling disconnected or unaware of one's actions


As I peak into thinkin' about an evil intent
Exploring dark thoughts and motivations


Of another beat, I'ma kill again
Expressing a desire to create impactful music once more


'Cause even if I gotta end up eatin' a pill again
Accepting the potential negative consequences of one's choices


Even ketamine or methamphetamine
Mentioning specific drugs and their associations with addiction


With the minithin, it better be at least 70 to 300 milligram
Referencing dosage and strength of substances


And I might as well 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain again
Embracing a darker persona and expecting societal judgment


Levels to this shit I got an elevator
Asserting one's superiority and skill in the industry


You could never say to me I'm not a fuckin' record breaker
Proclaiming one's record-breaking success and achievements


I sound like a broken record every time I break a record
Using wordplay to describe repeating success


Nobody could ever take away the legacy I made, I never cater
Confidently asserting one's lasting impact and refusal to conform


Motherfucker now I got a right to be this way
Asserting the right to express oneself authentically


I got spite inside my DNA
Highlighting a deep-seated resentment and determination


But I wrote 'til the wheels fall off, I'm workin' tirelessly, ayy
Continuing to create and strive despite challenges and fatigue


It's the moment y'all been waitin' for
Acknowledging anticipation and high expectations


Like California wishin' rain would pour
Using a metaphor to convey the desire for a breakthrough


And that drought y'all have been prayin' for
Recognizing the fans' desire for new material


My downfall from the 8 Mile to the Southpaw
Referencing personal struggles and past projects


Still the same Marshall that outlaw
Maintaining one's identity and rebellious spirit


That they say as a writer might've fell off
Addressing criticism and rumors of declining talent


I'm back on that bull like the cowboy
Returning to one's roots and embracing a determined mindset


So y'all gotta move (yeah), y'all gotta move (yeah), y'all gotta move
Asserting dominance and demanding attention


Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice
Requesting space and recognition for one's talent


Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, how 'bout I shoot?
Asserting a willingness to take action and assert control


Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice
Demanding respect and acknowledgement




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Written by: Gary Lucas, Jahaan Sweet, Marshall Mathers, Matthew Samuels, Ray Illya Fraser

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Comments from YouTube:

@shakedagababa9735

Lungs: Trying to get a breath

Eminem: We don’t do it here.

@fgip358

Nice joke

@clashcourse4689

@@fgip358 yes

@aditya5328

Very common joke but worded better lol

@umbreotheomega442

It’s really not that bad 😂 I think joyners is worse for your lungs

@shakedagababa9735

@@umbreotheomega442 actually when i'm rapping Joyner verse i can hold my breath way easier , when i do Em i'm really suffering lol

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@veritty6828

Drake: I’m definitely the most popular rapper alive

Eminem: Hold my dictionary

@kyanabuford548

Drake still is tho 😂😂😂

@kyanabuford548

@JAY_ NBA on a rapping and lyrical level he is on another level but popularity goes to drake

@muslimalmumin1

Rotfl 😂

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