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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 ****ing' ribbon (ay, yah yah
**** the system, I'm that bitc
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
**** 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 bullshit, 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 shit , it's back to the pushin'
These packs and I'm actually pumpin'
Can't **** 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 **** with you guy
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 (ay)
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)
***** 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)
Callate boca mejor, maricon, little puto, and all of you culo(Joyner)
They've invented a level up in the ghetto to get old
Lookin' for somethin' I prolly can never find now
shit get relevant until the beef die down
In truth a bitch just really want me tied dow
I've been alone and I never needed nobody
Just only me and my shotty, I'll tell these niggas to lie dow
Keep all the money, I never wanted the lifestyle
i wonna 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 a underdog who never lost hope (yeah)
You get in the wrong cab down the wrong path
Bitch, wrong way, wrong road (woo
Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast
I just bought a ****ing' lawn mower (vroom!
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 ****ing' recognitio
****'s the difference?
I'm that cracker, bend the law, **** the rule
Man I used to risk it all
Now I got too much to lose
I've been eatin' long enough
Man my stomach should be full
I just ate, licked the plate
My buffet, lucky me
**** 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 **** 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 ****ing' abilit
To even stick to a subject, it's killin' me
The inability to pen humility
Hatata batata, why don't we make a bunch of
****ing' songs about nothin' and mumble 'em
**** it, I'm goin' for the jugula
shit is a circus, you clowns that are comin' up
Don't give an ounce of a shit
About the ones that were here before you that made rap
Let's recap, way back, MC's that wreak havoc on tape decks
ADAT'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 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' bitch
And if I pay it attention I'm probably makin' it bigger
But you've been takin' ya naps in the ****ing' 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 ******** or *************** with the ********
It better be at least 70 or 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 ****ing record breake
I sound like a broken record every time I break a record
Nobody could ever take away the legacy I made, I never cater
************, 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
In that drought, y'all 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 cowboys
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
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