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Eminem - In Da Club (2022)

Follow Eminem: YouTube:    / @eminem   Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/7dGJo4pcD2... Website: http://eminem.com Facebook: http://facebook.com/eminem Twitter: http://twitter.com/eminem Instagram: http://instagram.com/eminem Follow 50 Cent: YouTube:    / @50cent   Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/3q7HBObVc0... Website: https://50cent.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/50cent Twitter: https://twitter.com/50cent Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/50cent/ Consider supporting ChillMusic 2.0 so I can continue creating content on YouTube: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/chillmusic2.0 Sometimes I just feel like quittin', I still might Why do I put up this fight? Why do I still write? Sometimes it's hard enough just dealin' with real life Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics And show these people what my level of skill's like But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life Somethin' ain't right, hit the brake lights Case of the stage fright, drawin' a blank like And I clam up, I just slam shut I just can't do it, my whole manhood's Just been stripped, I have just been 'vict'd So I must then get off the bus, then split Man, fuck this shit, yo, I'm goin' the fuck home World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan (It's alright, it's okay) Time for me to just stand up and travel new land (I'm gonna make it anyway) Time for me to just take matters into my own hands (Gonna make it, can't give up now) Once I'm over these tracks, man, I'ma never look back (I'ma make it somehow) (8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin' (It's alright, it's okay) Sorry, Momma, I'm grown, I must travel alone (I'm gonna make it anyway) Ain't gon' follow no footsteps, I'm makin' my own (Gonna make it, can't give up now) Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road (I'ma make it somehow) I'm walkin' these train tracks, tryna regain back The spirit I had 'fore I go back to the same crap To the same plant, in the same pants Tryna chase rap, gotta move ASAP And get a new plan, Momma's got a new man Poor little baby sister, she don't understand Sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in the pad And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand While she colors her big brother and mother and dad Ain't no tellin' what really goes on in her little head Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had But I keep runnin' from somethin' I never wanted so bad Sometimes I get upset, 'cause I ain't blew up yet It's like I grew up, but I ain't grow me two nuts yet Don't gotta rep my step, don't got enough pep The pressure's too much, man, I'm just tryna do what's best And I try, sit alone and I cry Yo, I won't tell no lie, not a moment goes by That I don't pray to the sky, please, I'm beggin' you, God Please don't let me be pigeonholed in no regular job Yo, I hope you can hear me, homie, wherever you are Yo, I'm tellin' you, dawg, I'm bailin' this trailer tomorrow Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye Say whenever you need me, baby, I'm never too far But yo, I gotta get out there, the only way I know And I'ma be back for you the second that I blow On everything I own, I'll make it on my own Off to work I go back to this 8 Mile Road I'm a man, gotta make a new plan (It's alright, it's okay) Time for me to just stand up and travel new land (I'm gonna make it anyway) Time for me to just take matters into my own hands (Gonna make it, can't give up now) Once I'm over these tracks, man, I'ma never look back (I'ma make it somehow) (8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin' (It's alright, it's okay) Sorry, Momma, I'm grown, I must travel alone (I'm gonna make it anyway) Ain't gon' follow no footsteps, I'm makin' my own (Gonna make it, can't give up now) Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road (I'ma make it somehow) You gotta live it to feel it; you didn't, you wouldn't get it Or see what the big deal is, why it was and it still is To be walkin' this borderline of Detroit city limits It's different, it's a certain significance, a certificate Of authenticity, you'd never even see But it's everything to me, it's my credibility You never seen, heard, smelled or met a real MC Who's incredible upon the same pedestal as me But yet I'm still unsigned, havin' a rough time Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes Go to work and serve MCs in the lunchline But when it comes crunch time, where do my punchlines go? Who must I show to bust my flow? Where must I go? Who must I know? Or am I just another crab in the bucket? 'Cause I ain't havin' no luck with this little rabbit's foot, fuck it Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm startin' to doubt shit I'm feelin' a little skeptical who I hang out with I look like a bum, yo, my clothes ain't about shit