Lucky You Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Am]Whoa,[E]
[Am]Joyner, Joyner,
yeah, yeah, yeah
[E]Yeah, I done did a lot [Am]of things in my day,
I ad[E]mit it
I don't take back [Am]what [F]I say,
[Dm]if I said it t[E]hen I meant it
All my life I want [Am]a Grammy but
I'll prolly never [E]get it
I ain't never had [Dm]no trophy or
no motherfuckin' ribbon
[E]Fuck the system, I'm that nig[Am]ga,
bend the law, cut the [E]rules
I'm [Am]about to risk it [Dm]all,
I ain't got too much [E]to lose
Y'all been eatin' long [Am]enough,
it's my turn to cut the [E]food
Pass the plate! [Am]Where my [F]drink? This my day,
lucky you
[E]Fuck you too, woah!

[Verse 2]
Y'all gotta [Am]move, y'all gotta move,
[E]y'all gotta move
[F]Give me some [Dm]room, give me some room,
[E]give me the juice
Hop out the [Am]coupe, hop out the coupe,
hop out and [E]shoot
Y'all gotta [Dm]move, y'all gotta move,
[E]give me the juice

[Verse 3]
Back on my [E]bullshit,
my back to the wall
Turn my back on you all
and you [Am]finished[E]
[Am]Back to these [Dm]bullets,
it's back to the job
Pull my MAC out an[E]d all of you runnin'
Back on my hood shit, it's
[Am]back to the pushin'
These packs and I'm
actually pumpin'
Can't fuck with you rappers,
you [Dm]practically suckin'
You mighta went platinum but
[E]that don't mean nothin'
I'm actually buzzin' this time
[Am]Straight out the kitchen,
I told them the oven is mine
[E]I do not fuck with you [Dm]guys
If I don't kill you, just know
you gon' [E]suffer this time
I ain't no gangster but [Am]I
got some bangers
Some chains and some [E]blades
and a couple of [Am]knives
Choppers and jammies, a [Dm]partridge,
a pear tree
My twelve days of Christmas
was [E]nothin' but lies
I, run at you hard [Am]like a [E]sum[Am]o (sumo)
They say I talk like a [E]chulo (chulo)
I live in [Dm]Mars, I'm not Bruno
Bitch I'm a [E]dog, call me Cujo
You play your cards, I reverse on you all
And I might just draw four
like a Uno
[Dm]Cállate boca mejor maricón little puto,
an[E]d all of you culo
They debated the level,
I've been to ghetto to ghetto
Looking for [Am]something I prolly could
never find now
Shit get real up until [Dm]the
beef die down
In truth a [E]nigga just really want
me tied down
I've been alone and I nev
[Am]er needed nobody
Just [E]only me and my [Am]shotty, I'll tell
these niggas to lie down
Keep all the [Dm]money,
I never wanted the lifestyle
I just pray to God that
[E]my son'll be alright now
I said ain't [Am]no love for
the other side
Or anyone who ever want
[E]smoke [Dm](Joyner)
When I die I'm goin' out [Am]as the underdog
who [E]never lost hope (yeah)
You in the wrong [Am]cab
down the wrong path
Nigga wrong way, wrong road
Snakes in the grass, tryna slither [E]fast
I just bought [Am]a fuckin'
lawn mower
I done said [E]a lotta things

[Verse 4]
[Am]in my day,
[F]I admit it
This is payback in a [Dm]way,
I regret it [Am]that I did it
I done [Dm]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 [E]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 [F]couple of mansions Still

[Verse 5]
[F]
I don't have any manners
You got a couple of [Am]ghostwriters
But to these kids,
it don't actually matter
They're askin' me "What
the fuck happened to hip-hop?"
I I said "I don't have any [F]answers"
'Cause [Am]I took an[F] L when I
dropped my last album
It hurt me like hell but I'm [Am]back
on these rappers
And actually [F]coming from
humble beginnings
I'm somewhat uncomfortable winning
I wish I could [Am]say "What a
wonderful feeling!"
We're on the upswing like we're
[F]punchin' the [Am]ceiling
But nothin' is feeling like anyone
has any fuckin' ability
[F]To even stick to a subject, it's [Am]killin' me,
the inability to pin humility
Hatata batata, why don't we
make a bunch of fuckin'
Songs about nothin' and mumble!
And [F]fuck it, I'm goin' for the jugular
[Am]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, [F]let's recap
Way back, [Am]MC's that wreak havoc
on tape decks
ADATs, where the [F]G Raps
[Am]and Kanes at?
We need 3 Stacks ASAP,
and bring Mas[F]ta Ace back
Because half of these rappers
have brain damage
[Dm]All the lean rappin'[F],
face tats, syruped out like tree sap
I don't hate [Dm]trap,
and I don't wanna [F]seem mad
But in fact, where the old me at? The same
cat that would take that
Feedback [Dm]and aim back, I need that
But I [E]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 [Am]brink, any minute
Got me thinkin' of finishin' everything
[F]With acetaminophen and reapin'
the bene[Am]fits
I'm asleep at the wheel again
As I peak into thinkin'
about [F]an evil intent
[Am]Of another beat, I'ma kill again
'Cause [F]even if I [Am]gotta end
up eatin' a pill again
[F]Even ketamine or methamphetamine
With the [Am]minithin, it better be
at least 70 to 300 milligram
And I might as well 'cause I'ma
end up bein' a villain again
[F]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 [Am]broken record every
time I break a record
[F]Nobody could ever take [Am]away the legacy I made,
I never cater
Motherfucker now I got
a right to be this [F]way
I got [Am]spite in[F]side my DNA
But I wrote 'til the wheels fall off,
I'm workin' [Am]tirelessly, [E]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

[Verse 6]
So [E]y'all gotta [Am]move (yeah), y'all
gotta move [E](yeah), y'all gotta move
Give me some [Dm]room, give me some [Dm]room,
[E]give me the juice
Hop out the [Am]coupe, hop out the coupe,
[E]how 'bout I shoot?
Y'all gotta [Dm]move, y'all gotta move,
[E]give me the juice