"Lucky You"Yeah, I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit itI don't take back what I say, if I said it then I meant itAll my life I want a Grammy, but I'll prolly never get itI ain't never had no trophy or no motherxxxxxx ribbon Xxxx the system, I'm that jigga, bend the law, cut the rulesI'm about to risk it all, I ain't got too much to loseY'all been eatin' long enough, it's my turn to cut the foodPass the plate! Where my drink? This my day, lucky youxxxx you too, woo!Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta moveGive me some room, give me some room, give me the juiceHop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shootY'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juiceBack on my bullxxxx, my back to the wallTurn my back on you, all of you finishedBack to these bullets, it's back to the jobPull my MAC out and all of you runnin'Back on my hood xxxx, it's back to the pushin'These packs and I'm actually pumpin'Can't xxxx with you rappers, you practically suckin'You mighta went platinum but that don't mean nothin'I'm actually buzzin' this timeStraight out the kitchen, I told 'em the oven is mineI do not xxxx with you guysIf I don't kill you, just know you gon' suffer this timeI ain't no gangster but I got some bangersSome chains and some blades and a couple of ninesChoppers and jammies, a partridge, a pear treeMy twelve days of Christmas was nothin' but liesI run at you hard like a sumo They say I talk like a chulo I live in Mars, I'm not Brunoxxxxx I'm a dog, call me Cujo You play your cards, I reverse on you allAnd I might just draw 4 like a Uno Cállate boca mejor, maricón, little puto, and all of you culo They've invented a level up in the ghetto to get oldLookin' for somethin' I prolly can never find nowxxxx get relevant 'til 'nother beef die downIn truth a jigga just really want me tied downI've been alone and I never needed nobodyJust only me and my shotty, I'll tell these jigga to lie downKeep all the money, I never wanted the lifestyleI just pray to God that my son'll be alright nowI said ain't no love for the other sideOr anyone who ever want smokeWhen I die I'm goin' out as a underdog who never lost hope You in the wrong cab down the wrong pathjigga, wrong way, wrong road Snakes in the grass tryna slither fastI just bought a xxxxxx lawn mower I done said a lotta things in my day, I admit itThis is payback in a way, I regret it that I did itI done won a couple Grammys, but I sold my soul to get 'emWasn't in it for the trophies, just the xxxxxx' recognitionxxxx’s the difference?I'm that cracker, bend the law, xxxx the rulesMan I used to risk it all, now I got too much to loseI've been eatin' long enough, man my stomach should be fullI just ate, licked the plate, my buffet, lucky mexxxx you think? I got a couple of mansionsStill I don't have any mannersYou got a couple of ghost writersBut to these kids it don't actually matterThey're askin' me, "What the xxxx happened to hip-hop?"I said, "I don't have any answers."'Cause I took an L when I dropped my last albumIt hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappersAnd actually comin' from humble beginningsI'm somewhat uncomfortable winningI 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 xxxxxx’ abilityTo even stick to a subject, it's killin' meThe inability to pen humilityHa-ta-ta ba-ta-ta, why don't we make a bunch ofxxxxxx’ songs about nothin' and mumble 'em?Xxxx it, I'm goin' for the jugularxxxx is a circus, you clowns that are comin' upDon't give an ounce of a motherxxxxAbout the ones that were here before you that made rapLet's recap, way back, MC's that wreak havoc on tape decksADAT'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 damageAll the lean rappin', face tats, syruped out like tree sapI don't hate trap, and I don't wanna seem madBut in fact, where the old me at? The same catThat would take that feedback and aim back, I need thatBut I think it's inevitableThey know what button to press or what lever to pullTo get me to snap though And if I pay it attention I'm prob'ly makin' it biggerBut you've been takin' the xxxxx in the xxxxxx’ back, ho On the brink, any minute got me thinkin' of finishin'Everything with acetaminophen and reapin' the benefitsI'm asleep at the wheel againAs I peak into thinkin' about an evil intentOf another beat I'ma kill again'Cause even if I gotta end up eatin' a pill againEven ketamine or methamphetamine with the minithinIt better be at least 70 to 300 milligramAnd I might as well 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain againLevels to this xxxx, I got an elevatorYou could never say to me I'm not a xxxxxx’ record breakerI sound like a broken record every time I break a recordNobody could ever take away the legacy I made, I never caterMotherxxxxx未经许可,不得翻唱或使用