Peak
6
Weeks
14
Score
1,300
Chart Year
2018
On September 10, 2018, Eminem teased on his Instagram that a music video for the song would be released on September 12.[6][7] The teaser included multiple men in black sweatshirts falling from the sky onto a dirt ground. The video was not released on September 12, leading Eminem to later post another trailer for the music video, saying it would be released on the next day instead. The official video, directed by James Larese, was released on September 13, 2018.[8][9] In the video, it follows Eminem and Lucas in combat vests and pants strolling throughout the ruins of a city. It includes wrecked cars and abandoned buildings. Throughout the video, multiple hooded men with black sweatshirts appear to be "copying" whatever the rappers are doing. This is supposed to be a shot at the new generation of rappers copying what the bigger artists are doing. One scene includes them performing random dances, which the hooded men copied. In the middle of Eminem's verse, a gunshot from the original track goes off, sending the hooded men into the sky. The video ends with the two rappers walking away from the swarm.[1
This song follows a theme running through Kamikaze in which Eminem declares his dominance over the contemporary generation of rappers. Em criticizes those in the modern rap game who use ghost writers. 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 Some fans claimed the lyrics was a reference to the ghostwriting accusations aimed at Drake but Eminem told Sway Calloway that definitely isn't the case. "I like Drake," he said. "What I'm telling you with these lines is, I don't know what's real and what's not, at this point. Because you hear s--t about this rapper, that rapper, whatever. I'm telling you that I don't do it. Never have and never will. If I ever need a ghostwriter, I need to just f---ing put the mic down.” Em also decries the rise of mumble rappers. Hatata batata, why don't we make a bunch of f---in' Songs about nothin' and mumble! And f---it, I'm goin' for the jugular The track, co-produced by regular Drake collaborator Boi-1da, even has the sort of modern trap bent contemporary rappers frequently use. Eminem is joined by Massachusetts rapper Joyner Lucas, who first garnered attention with the release of his single "Ross Capicchioni" in 2015 and a remix of "Panda" the following year. This is the first collaboration between the pair. This song contains a second Kendrick Lamar interpolation, following Em's borrowing of the Compton MC's flow on "Greatest." This time Eminem interpolates Lamar's DAMN. track "DNA." I got spite inside my DNA Em's flow matches Lamar's lines: Got royalty inside my DNA For some reason Lamar is credited as a writer on "Greatest" but not on "Lucky You." The song was co-produced by Eminem alongside IllaDaProducer, Boi-1da, and Jahaan Sweet. Jahaan created the original version of the beat with bells, trombones and french horns. He showed his instrumentation to Boi-1da, who recalled to Genius: "When Jahaan first played me the beat, I listened to it a few times. I liked it a lot. It had these Christmas-type elements to it. I ended up just speeding it up and just putting that slap to it. I ended up sending it over to Joyner 'cause I knew he was gonna go work with Eminem, and they ended up doing that song together."
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 motherfuckin' ribbon Fuck the system, I'm that nigga, 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 Pass the plate! Where my drink? This my day, lucky you Fuck you too, woah! 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 bullshit, my back to the wall Turn my back on you all and 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 shit, it's back to the pushin' These packs and I'm actually pumpin' Can't fuck 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 them the oven is mine I do not fuck 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 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 Bitch I'm a dog, call me Cujo You play your cards, I reverse on you all And I might just draw four like a Uno Cállate boca mejor maricón little puto, and all of you culo They debated the level, I've been to ghetto to ghetto Looking for something I prolly could never find now Shit get real up until the beef die down In truth a nigga 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 niggas 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 Nigga wrong way, wrong road Snakes in the grass, tryna slither fast I just bought a fuckin' lawn mower 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 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 been eatin' long enough, man my stomach should be full I just ate, lick the plate, my buffet, lucky me Fuck you think? (Woo!) 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 And actually coming 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 pin humility Hatata batata, why don't we make a bunch of fuckin' Songs about nothin' and mumble! And 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, let's recap Way back, MC's that wreak havoc on tape decks ADATs, where the G Raps and Kanes at? We need 3 Stacks ASAP, and bring Masta Ace back Because 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 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 get me the snap though (lil' bitch) And if I pay it attention I'm probably makin' it bigger But you've been takin' the dicks In the 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 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 to 300 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 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 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 And that drought y'all have 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 cowboy 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, how 'bout I shoot? Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice
| Week | Chart Date | Position | Points |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Sep 15, 2018 | 6 | 120 |
| 2 | Sep 22, 2018 | 18 | 108 |
| 3 | Sep 29, 2018 | 13 | 113 |
| 4 | Oct 6, 2018 | 28 | 98 |
| 5 | Oct 13, 2018 | 55 | 71 |
| 6 | Oct 20, 2018 | 64 | 62 |
| 7 | Oct 27, 2018 | 74 | 52 |
| 8 | Nov 3, 2018 | 78 | 48 |
| 9 | Nov 10, 2018 | 85 | 41 |
| 10 | Nov 17, 2018 | 93 | 33 |
| 11 | Nov 24, 2018 | 92 | 34 |
| 12 | Dec 1, 2018 | 89 | 37 |
| 18 | Jan 12, 2019 | 94 | 32 |
| 19 | Jan 19, 2019 | 100 | 26 |