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Lucky You (Nitin Randhawa Remix)
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Nitin Randhawa
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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 motherf**kin' ribbon (ay, yah yah) F**k the system, I'm that n***a, 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 Pa** 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 (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) B*t*h 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 (Joyner) They've invented a level up in the ghetto to get old Lookin' for somethin' I prolly can never find now Sh*t get relevant until the beef die down In truth a n***a 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 n***as 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 N***a, wrong way, wrong road (woo) Snakes in the gra** tryna slither fast I just bought a f**kin' Hi! It's uh—Logic? Hi, sorry. It's Elton John calling you! Um, I hope you don't mind me getting you on your mobile–or not getting on your mobile, but I was just, uh—congratulating you first of all on your performance at the Grammys and then I was asking you—I was gonna ask you if you'd like to do something for me, and I will ring you back later and see—and talk about it, thanks! Hold on, let me bring it back Everybody know I'm bringing the facts And they wonder why I got it like that 'Cause I put everything right on the track And you know I'ma f**k around and let it go I been living like woah, I been living, you already know And these motherf**kers wanna take up on every mistake And I'm showing where I'm going And I'm knowing what I'm doing, intuition never switching On a mission, motherf**ker, why is you b*t*hing? Why is you b*t*hing? Like God damn, I'm like (oh God) Hold up, wait a minute, they ain't ready for the hook It's another day, another book I feel like Indiana in Atlanta, hotter than Havana Coming with the stamina B*t*h, put down your camera, and live in the moment This sh*t right here, everybody gon' want it, so what up wit’ it? Any and everybody talk about the boy changing Y'all can just shut up wit’ it 'cause I know Ain't none of y'all getting the flow, boy... 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've been eatin' long enough, man my stomach should be full I just ate, licked 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 pen 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**k 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 b***on to press or what lever to pull To get me to snap though (lil' b*t*h) And if I pay it 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 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 or 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, I never cater Motherf**ker, 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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