J Westrupp - LUCKY YOU remix
Remix to Lucky You by Eminem & Joyner Lucas
Free download: / lucky-you-remix
Lyrics:
No going back, throwing it down, all the way in/
I plan on hanging around, get in my way and I’m pulling the pin/
I wanna win/
No one can tell me I can’t, if you do then I’m booking a flight/
Hop on a plane and I’m coming to visit your city tonight/
You know what I’m like, when I hit ‘em like Whoa/
Ain’t nobody fucking with the flow/
Now I gotta get back on the road/
Anybody telling me to drop it and leave it,
I guarantee will wanna play it when I go, and I know/
That I’ve only been a block away/
But ya’ll forgot about me like Dr Dre/
And when the cops came through me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house/
Fuck that/
Tell ‘em get the fuck back/
Told ‘em that I love rap/
Put nothing above that/
I be in the city where the thugs and the plugs at.. hold up, hold up.. yo I love that/ (uh)
Run that/
Hit ‘em with a sub rap/
Never had a feeling they were dealing with a come-back/
I’ve been on a different kinda level since a rug-rat/
Probably got a million feelings I need to unpack/ (true)
Yeah, this my shit right here/
This that, make you wanna quit right here/
This that, put away the six-pack, grab a fucking Henny bottle, put it to your lips right here, oh yeah/
Tell a brother, light one too/
When I spit it I’ma hit ‘em like a light one-two/
And I might come through, but yo, you need to know this what the fuck I do, like Whoa/
Back in my element/
Hotter than knives on the back of your element/
Too many ego’s who rapping for relevance/
Nothing impressive and little intelligence/
I had to challenge it/
I had come back and find me a balance of keeping it crooked but elegant/
Type of competitive spirit that Valerie Adams would dabble in, just for the hell of it/
You wanna clown again/
You want the clout again/
You want a crowd again/
I bet you already counted me out again/
I think you’re bored and you’re probably puffing that cloud again/
I’m not allowing it/
I want the smoke if they’re bringing me down again/
I gotta rope for the tears they’ll be drowning in/
Welcome to fuck me around and find out again, I gotta roll/
I’m on a mission/
To find me some people that willing to listen/
Who study the art of it like a religion/
And take ‘em to Church if they wanna get christened/
I’m back in the lab and they back in the kitchen/
And packing a sad that I’m packing a vision/
They’re gassing it up but I’m cutting E-missions/
You wanted a story? I’m getting it written/
Cause ain’t no-body really want it when I’m bringing every little bit of energy I told ‘em from the jump right?/(jump right)
Still the motherfucking baddest in the business and I kick it independent like I’m tryna land a Bluntslide/
Til we sitting looking pretty at the summit then I gotta represent it for the unsigned/
Everybody talks, but they never wanna ask why/
Got a lot of thoughts, but they never got a pātai, that’s why/
I’m calling your bluff/
So when I’m talking you don’t interrupt/
Playing my cards and I’m taking a gamble so right on the river I’m holding a flush/
Taking my time and I don’t wanna rush/
Meeting your misses and making her blush/
Told her to carry rubbers inside of her wallet cause baby I’m coming in clutch/
But I might, just put it in drive/
And I might, just stay in my lane/
And I might, just have me a word with the drillers cause everyone sounding the same/
Everyone copying everyone else and they’re dressing alike, man what happened to shame?/
I’d rather be known for being myself than forgotten as someone you never became, oh/
Yeah, never gonna ease up/
Tell the other brothers keep up/
If you wanna gate-keep, I got the key now, and the lease up, throw me the peace up/
And give me that, b-y-e Felicia, when I beat the beat, like Breezy did Riri/
If you really wanna peace of me, then please believe, I’m flaming everybody like a mad Khaleesi like whoa/
Yeah, now I gotta get ‘em/
Got a motherfucking semi-automatic full of venom/
Again I’ma never settle for no elemental written/
If you really wanna call me the villain, then I’ma let ‘em/
When I hit ‘em with the pen I’ma kill ‘em but don’t trip like you’re wearing a pair of your old Nikes/
I’m bringing the peace, until you be triggering me or ignite me huh…/