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Eminem – Lucky You chords
[Intro] Bbm Gb Fm [Chorus 1]BbmYeah, I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit itGb FmI don't take back what I say, if I said it then I meant itBbmAll my life I want a Grammy, but I'll prolly never get itGb FmI ain't never had no trophy or no motherfuckin' ribbon (Yah I said it)BbmFuck the system, I'm that nigga, bend the law, cut the rulesGb FmI'm about to risk it all, I ain't got too much to loseFm BbmY'all been eatin' long enough, it's my turn to cut the foodGb FmPass the plate! Where my drink? This my day, lucky youFmFuck you too, woo![Chorus 2]BbmY'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta moveGb FmGive me some room, give me some room, give me the juiceBbmHop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shootGb FmY'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice[Verse 1]BbmBack on my bullshit, my back to the wallBbmTurn my back on you, all of you finishedGbBack to these bullets, it's back to the jobFmPull my MAC out and all of you runnin'BbmBack on my hood shit, it's back to the pushin'BbmThese packs and I'm actually pumpin'GbCan't fuck with you rappers, you practically suckin'FmYou mighta went platinum but that don't mean nothin'BbmI'm actually buzzin' this timeBbmStraight out the kitchen, I told 'em the oven is mineGbI do not fuck with you guysFmIf I don't kill you, just know you gon' suffer this timeBbmI ain't no gangster but I got some bangersBbmSome chains and some blades and a couple of knivesGbChoppers and jammies, a partridge, a pear treeFmMy twelve days of Christmas was nothin' but lies (Ayy)BbmI run at you hard like a sumo (Sumo)BbmThey say I talk like a chulo (Chulo)GbI live in Mars, I'm not Bruno (Woo)FmBitch I'm a dog, call me "Cujo" (Rah)BbmYou play your cards, I reverse on you allAnd I might just draw 4 like a Uno (Bup)Gb FmCallate boca mejor, maricon, little puto, and all of you culo (Joyner)BbmThey've invented a level up in the ghetto to get oldBbmLookin' for somethin' I prolly can never find nowGbShit get relevant 'til the beef die downFmIn truth a nigga just really want me tied downBbmI've been alone and I never needed nobodyBbmJust only me and my shotty, I'll tell these niggas to lie downGbKeep all the money, I never wanted the lifestyleFmI just pray to God that my son'll be alright nowBbmI said ain't no love for the other sideBbmOr anyone who ever want smoke (Joyner)Gb FmWhen I die I'm goin' out as a underdog who never lost hope (Yeah)BbmYou in the wrong cab down the wrong pathNigga, wrong way, wrong road (Woo, woo)GbSnakes in the grass tryna slither fastFmI just bought a fuckin' lawn mower (Vroom!)[Chorus 1]BbmI done said a lotta things in my day, I admit itGb FmThis is payback in a way, I regret it that I did itGbI done won a couple Grammys, but I sold my soul to get 'emFmWasn't in it for the trophies, just the fuckin' recognitionFuck's the difference?FI'm that cracker, bend the law, fuck the rulesFMan I used to risk it all, now I got too much to loseFI've been eatin' long enough, man my stomach should be fullFI just ate, licked the plate, my buffet, lucky meFFuck you think? (Woo!)[Verse 2]BbmI got a couple of mansionsGbStill I don't have any mannersBbmYou got a couple of ghost writersGbBut to these kids it don't actually matterBbmThey're askin' me, "What the fuck happened to hip-hop?"GbI said, "I don't have any answers."Bbm'Cause I took an L when I dropped my last albumGbIt hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappersBbmAnd actually comin' from humble beginningsGbI'm somewhat uncomfortable winningBbmI wish I could say, "What a wonderful feeling!"Gb"We're on the upswing like we're punchin' the ceiling!"BbmBut nothin' is feeling like anyone has any fuckin' abilityTo even stick to a subject, it's killin' meGbThe inability to pen humilityGbHa-ta-ta ba-ta-ta, why don't we make a bunch ofBbmFuckin' songs about nothin' and mumble 'em?GbFuck it, I'm goin' for the jugularBbmShit is a circus, you clowns that are comin' upGbDon't give an ounce of a motherfuckBbmAbout the ones that were here before you that made rapGbLet's recap, way back, MC's that wreak havoc on tape decksGbADAT's, where the G Raps and Kanes at?BbmWe need 3 Stacks ASAP and bring Masta Ace backBbm Gb'Cause half of these rappers have brain damageGbAll the lean rappin', face tats, syruped out like tree sapGbI don't hate trap, and I don't wanna seem madGbBut in fact, where the old me at? The same catGbThat would take that feedback and aim back, I need thatFBut I think it's inevitableFThey know what button to press or what lever to pullFTo get me to snap though (Lil' bitch)FAnd if I pay it attention I'm probably makin' it biggerBbmBut you've been takin' ya dicks in the fuckin' back, ho (Get it?)BbmOn the brink, any minute got me thinkin' of finishin'BbmEverything with acetaminophen and reapin' the benefitsBbmI'm asleep at the wheel againBbmAs I peak into thinkin' about an evil intentBbmOf another beat I'ma kill againBbm'Cause even if I gotta end up eatin' a pill againBbmEven ketamine or methamphetamine with the minithinBbmIt better be at least 70 to 300 milligramBbmAnd I might as well 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain againBbmLevels to this shit, I got an elevatorBbmYou could never say to me I'm not a fuckin' record breakerBbmI sound like a broken record every time I break a recordBbmNobody could ever take away the legacy I made, I never caterBbmMotherfucker, now I got a right to be this wayBbmI got spite inside my DNABbmBut I wrote 'til the wheels fall off,BbmI'm workin' tirelessly, ayyFIt's the moment y'all been waitin' forFLike California wishin' rain to pourFIn that drought, y'all been prayin' forFMy downfall from the 8 Mile to the SouthpawFStill the same Marshall, that outlawFThat they say as a writer might've fell offFI'm back on that bull like the cowboy[Chorus 3]BbmSo y'all gotta move (Yeah),Bbmy'all gotta move (Yeah), y'all gotta moveGb FGive me some room, give me some room, give me the juiceBbmHop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shootGb FY'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice