[Refrain: Eminem]
I done said a lotta✦ things in my day, I admit✦ it
This is payback in a way (Yeah), I regret✦ it that I did it
I done won a couple Grammys, but I sold my soul to get 'em (Ah)
Wasn't in it for the trophies (Nah), just the fuckin'✦ recognition✦
Fuck's the difference? I'm that cracker, bend the law, fuck 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, fuck you think? (Woo)
[Verse 2: Eminem]
I got a couple of mansions
Still, I don't have any✦ manners
You got a couple of ghostwriters
But to these kids, it don't actually✦ matter✦
They're askin'✦ me, "What the fuck 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✦ (Yeah)
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✦ fuckin'✦ ability✦
To even✦ stick to a subject, it's killin'✦ me
The inability✦ to pen humility✦
Ha-ta-ta,✦ ba-ta-ta,✦ why don't we make a bunch of
Fuckin'✦ songs about✦ nothin'✦ and mumble 'em?
Fuck it, I'm goin' for the jugular
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 (Yeah)
Let's recap,✦ way back, MC's that (What?)
Wreak havoc on tape decks (Woo)
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 (Nah), and I don't wanna✦ seem mad
But in fact (Yeah), where the old me at? The same cat
That would take that feedback and aim back, I need that
But I think it's inevitable✦ they know what button✦ to press
Or what lever✦ to pull to give me to snap though (Lil' bitch)
And if I pay it attention,✦ I'm prob'ly✦ makin'✦ it bigger✦
But you've been takin'✦ ya dicks and I'm fuckin'✦ 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 begin✦ to thinkin'✦ about✦ an evil✦ intent✦ of another beat I'ma✦ kill again✦
'Cause even✦ if I gotta✦ end up eating✦ a pill again✦
Even✦ ketamine✦ or methamphetamine✦ with the minithin
It better✦ be at least seventy or three-hundred milligram
And I might as well 'cause I'ma✦ end up bein' a villain again✦
Levels✦ to this shit, I got an elevator
You could never✦ say to me I'm not a fuckin'✦ record✦ breaker (Yeah)
I sound like a broken✦ record✦ every✦ time I break a record✦
Nobody✦ could ever✦ take away✦ the legacy✦ I made, I never✦ cater✦
Motherfucker, now I got a right to be this way
I got spite inside✦ my DNA (Yeah)
But I roll 'til the wheels fall off, I'm working tirelessly, ayy
It's the moment✦ y'all been waitin'✦ for like California
Wishin'✦ rain to pour in that drought, y'all
Been prayin' for my downfall (Yeah)
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
[Chorus: Eminem & Joyner Lucas]
So y'all gotta✦ move, yeah, y'all gotta✦ move, yeah, y'all gotta✦ move
Give me some room (Woo), give me some room (Hey), give me the juice
Hop out the coupe (Joyner),✦ hop out the coupe (Joyner),✦ hop out and shoot
Y'all gotta✦ move (Boom, bap), y'all gotta✦ move (Woo), give me the juice