Joyner Lucas：
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 motherf**kin' ribbon
F**k the system I'm that n**ga 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
F**k you too woo
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 bullsh*t my back to the wall
Turn my back on you all of 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 sh*t it's back to the pushin'
These packs and I'm actually pumpin'
Can't f**k 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 'em the oven is mine
I do not f**k 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 woo
B**ch I'm a dog call me Cujo rah
You play your cards I reverse on you all
And I might just drop 4 like a Uno bup
Cállate boca mejor maricón little puto and all of you culo
They've invented a level off in the ghetto to ghetto
Lookin' for somethin' I prolly can never find now
Sh*t get relevant until the beef die down
In truth a n**ga just really want me tied down
I've been alone and I never needed nobody
Just only me and my shawty I'll tell these n**gas 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
You in the wrong cab down the wrong path
N**ga wrong way wrong road
Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast
I just bought a f**kin' lawn mower
Eminem：
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 f**kin' recognition
F**k's the difference
I'm that cracker bend the law f**k 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
F**k you think
Woo
I got a couple of mansions
Still I don't have any manners
You got a couple of ghost writers
But to these kids it don't actually matter
They're askin' me
What the f**k 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 comin' 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 f**kin' 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
F**kin' songs about nothin' and mumble 'em
F**k it I'm goin' for the jugular
Sh*t is a circus you clowns that are comin' up
Don't give an ounce of a motherf**ker
'Bout the ones that were here before you to make raps
Let's recap way back MC's that wreak havoc on tape decks
ADATs where the G Rap's and Kane's 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 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 feed-back 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 lil b**ch
And if I'm payin' attention I'm probably makin' it bigger
But you've been takin' ya d**ks in the f**kin' back ho'
Get it
On the brink any minute got me thinkin' of finishin'
Everything wit' 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 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 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain again
Levels to this sh*t I got an elevator
You could never say to me I'm not a f**kin' record breaker
I sound like a broken record every time I break a record
Nobody could ever take away the legacy I made a navigator
Motherf**ker know 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 in 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
But back on that bull like the cowboys
Joyner Lucas/Eminem：
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 hop out and shoot
Y'all gotta move y'all gotta move give me the juice
