Eminem – Lucky You chords

[Intro]
Bbm Gb Fm

[Chorus 1]
                               BbmYeah, I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit it
                           Gb                        FmI don't take back what I say, if I said it then I meant it
                        BbmAll my life I want a Grammy, but I'll prolly never get it
                       Gb                         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 rules
                      Gb                            FmI'm about to risk it all, I ain't got too much to lose
Fm                         BbmY'all been eatin' long enough, it's my turn to cut the food
                             Gb                   FmPass the plate! Where my drink? This my day, lucky you
FmFuck you too, woo!

[Chorus 2]
BbmY'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move
Gb                                FmGive me some room, give me some room, give me the juice
BbmHop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot
Gb                             FmY'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice

[Verse 1]
BbmBack on my bullshit, my back to the wall
BbmTurn my back on you, all of you finished
GbBack to these bullets, it's back to the job
       FmPull 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 time
BbmStraight out the kitchen, I told 'em the oven is mine
           GbI do not fuck with you guys
                           FmIf I don't kill you, just know you gon' suffer this time
            BbmI ain't no gangster but I got some bangers
BbmSome chains and some blades and a couple of knives
             GbChoppers and jammies, a partridge, a pear tree
                      FmMy 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 all

And 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 old
BbmLookin' for somethin' I prolly can never find now
            GbShit get relevant 'til the beef die down
          FmIn truth a nigga just really want me tied down
            BbmI've been alone and I never needed nobody
BbmJust only me and my shotty, I'll tell these niggas to lie down
              GbKeep all the money, I never wanted the lifestyle
              FmI just pray to God that my son'll be alright now
       BbmI said ain't no love for the other side
BbmOr 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 path

Nigga, wrong way, wrong road (Woo, woo)
        GbSnakes in the grass tryna slither fast
         FmI just bought a fuckin' lawn mower (Vroom!)

[Chorus 1]
               BbmI done said a lotta things in my day, I admit it
                       Gb                    FmThis is payback in a way, I regret it that I did it
                     GbI done won a couple Grammys, but I sold my soul to get 'em
                      FmWasn't in it for the trophies, just the fuckin' recognition

Fuck's the difference?
         FI'm that cracker, bend the law, fuck the rules
FMan I used to risk it all, now I got too much to lose
FI've been eatin' long enough, man my stomach should be full
FI just ate, licked the plate, my buffet, lucky me
FFuck you think? (Woo!)

[Verse 2]
BbmI got a couple of mansions
GbStill I don't have any manners
BbmYou got a couple of ghost writers
                GbBut to these kids it don't actually matter
           BbmThey'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 album
                  GbIt hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappers
              BbmAnd actually comin' from humble beginnings
                   GbI'm somewhat uncomfortable winning
                 BbmI 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' ability

To even stick to a subject, it's killin' me
    GbThe inability to pen humility
GbHa-ta-ta ba-ta-ta, why don't we make a bunch of
BbmFuckin' songs about nothin' and mumble 'em?
  GbFuck it, I'm goin' for the jugular
          BbmShit is a circus, you clowns that are comin' up
               GbDon't give an ounce of a motherfuck
                         BbmAbout the ones that were here before you that made rap
                                      GbLet's recap, way back, MC's that wreak havoc on tape decks
GbADAT's, where the G Raps and Kanes at?
                 BbmWe need 3 Stacks ASAP and bring Masta Ace back
Bbm                               Gb'Cause half of these rappers have brain damage
 GbAll the lean rappin', face tats, syruped out like tree sap
              GbI don't hate trap, and I don't wanna seem mad
GbBut in fact, where the old me at? The same cat
GbThat would take that feedback and aim back, I need that
FBut I think it's inevitable
FThey know what button to press or what lever to pull
FTo get me to snap though (Lil' bitch)
FAnd if I pay it attention I'm probably makin' it bigger
BbmBut 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 benefits
BbmI'm asleep at the wheel again
BbmAs I peak into thinkin' about an evil intent
BbmOf another beat I'ma kill again
Bbm'Cause even if I gotta end up eatin' a pill again
BbmEven ketamine or methamphetamine with the minithin
BbmIt better be at least 70 to 300 milligram
BbmAnd I might as well 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain again
BbmLevels to this shit, I got an elevator
BbmYou could never say to me I'm not a fuckin' record breaker
BbmI sound like a broken record every time I break a record
BbmNobody could ever take away the legacy I made, I never cater
BbmMotherfucker, now I got a right to be this way
BbmI got spite inside my DNA
BbmBut I wrote 'til the wheels fall off,
BbmI'm workin' tirelessly, ayy
FIt's the moment y'all been waitin' for
FLike California wishin' rain to pour
FIn that drought, y'all been prayin' for
FMy downfall from the 8 Mile to the Southpaw
FStill the same Marshall, that outlaw
FThat they say as a writer might've fell off
FI'm back on that bull like the cowboy

[Chorus 3]
BbmSo y'all gotta move (Yeah),
Bbmy'all gotta move (Yeah), y'all gotta move
Gb                                FGive me some room, give me some room, give me the juice
BbmHop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot
Gb                             FY'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice