Parables (Remix) [feat. Eminem]

(Intro: Cordae)

Gotta ride with 'em, ride with 'em

Ride with 'em, roll with the, woah, woah, woah

Tell 'em, "Ride with 'em," we could ride with 'em

Ride with 'em, woah, we could, woah, woah, woah

I tell the odd, gotcha, odd, getcha, woo, what

Check it out, nigga, woah, woah, woah, woah

Nigga, we could fight with 'em, ride

Yeah, uh, yeah

(Verse 1: Cordae)

Done seen some shit within my lifetime, my light shine bright

Protect your energy from poison when the python strike

My first mistake was doin' robberies on Niken bikes

Watch my moves and I'ma show you what a icon like

Y'all let bygones be bygones, right?

Nigga, **** your truce, bust your move

And if that nigga touch your shoes

You better blast on 'em and on my mama, nigga

I'ma get that cash on 'em, hunnid on the dash on 'em

Swerve, born from the trench, you from the 'burbs

Nigga, **** the early bird, nigga

I'ma get this mother****in' chicken

And if a nigga ever got a problem, nigga

We can ****in' solve it, on my mama, nigga

I just been itchin' to prove myself

I just pray throughout the struggle I don't lose myself

Glock, no safety, Plaxico, I might shoot myself

They catchin' bullets like two Odells, and, nigga, you gon' tell

But listen

(Chorus: Cordae)

I can tell you 'bout the time was goin' hard up in the paint

And I can tell you shit the other niggas can't, lemme tell you

I can tell you by the time I had to drop a nigga rank

And I can tell you shit I did up off the drank, lemme tell you

I can tell you 'bout the time I signed a deal for twenty bands

And used that shit to get my brother out the can, lemme tell you

I can tell you 'bout the time I had a penny and a plan

I can tell you shit, but you won't understand, lemme tell you, nigga

(Verse 2: Cordae)

First and foremost, for every door that's opened, a door close

Beat a nigga, take his Bordeauxs, upgrade my wardrobe

And Lord knows livin' like this, it leads a short road

A dead end, or prison time, where we was headin'

Instead, when I got bread, broke it with brethren

Eyes open, leave the house, move like a veteran

Made a couple dollars from come-ups, my niggas flexin'

Nigga got a problem, then I can make some corrections

Okay, cool, still with the same niggas since grade school

Give a **** about your Shade Room when I had made room

For everybody on that late moon, and word to Rae Sremm'

Had to bring the mother****in' swang on 'em

And I ain't even wanna have to blank on 'em

That Lam' truck got a full tank on 'em

But, a nigga better not look at me wrong

It's certain shit that I can't say on this song, but let me tell you, nigga

(Chorus: Cordae & Eminem)

I can tell you 'bout the time was goin' hard up in the paint

And I can tell you shit the other niggas can't, lemme tell you

I can tell you by the time I had to drop a nigga rank

And I can tell you shit I did up off the drank, lemme tell you

I can tell you 'bout the time I signed a deal for twenty bands

And used that shit to get my brother out the can, lemme tell you

I can tell you 'bout the time I had a penny and a plan (Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah)

I can tell you shit, but you won't understand, lemme tell you, nigga

(Verse 3: Eminem)

I done seen some shit within my lifetime, at one time I

Could still remember just how bad I used to want five mics

My biggest dream was just to make it into unsigned height

It's so hard for me to fathom this was once my life

Shit'll make you wanna cop out like a plea deal

So I treat the beat like it's Tekashi *khaa*

Spit on that bitch like Meek Mill

My addiction got me weak willed (Yup)

I'm relapsing I think I can't seem to stop eating Beat Pills

And Dr. D.R.E., he still keeps on giving me refills

Send them at me, put 'em to an end discriminately

Women and men, and little kids seem to citizen like it's empty

With Gen Z, put ‘em in a frenzy (Haha)

But no gift (What?) is in me (Why?), I'm stingy (Yeah)

And that is the mother****in' difference (Between who?) them and me

That's the reason I'm in my Louis Vuitton (What am I?)

Gorier than evil, this rap shit is something that you'll never see me at

Like senior prom (Put 'em in a)

What I mean's the bars higher than Cheech & Chong (Wow)

When you give them each a bong (Yeah)

I call my stans a fan club 'cause whoever it's unleashed upon (What?)

****in' beats upon(Bitch)

Like police batons (Y'all are) y'all window shoppers

Bunch of peepin' Toms

Still got that bullseye on my back (Back), red dot on my head (Yeah)

Yeah, blood on my hands (Why?)

'Cause some of the rhymes that I've said

Police squad on the task

Got them hot on my trail like stepfather with the belt

I got squat on my ass, I was painfully shot

Now I'm proud of myself (Like) like Obama's kids

(I came) I came outta my shell

On my momma, shit, no, daugher's a bitch

(Here we go now)

Every single word, without futher or do, it's return of the roots

It's more murderous than is

So what you're gonna do is think I'm allergic when I point this mother****ing burner achoo

I throw shade, it'll be curtains for you

Pray for the birds to give through

Birth of a new worser me who's determined to do permanent damage

But the words that I do birth, I'm referred to as Zeus

Circlin' you like I'm a vulture, features are tournaments

I turn 'em in two, looses like verbal abuse, language for the youths

Cursin' you, made a couple of mistakes that occurred in my youth

Jumped a hurdle

But I'm through with tellin' you 'bout the food stamps and the government cheese

And how we used to get school unches for free

Already told ya 'bout the holes up in my Pony shoes and jeans

When it was mother, lil' brother, and me

I told you 'bout bein' kicked out, twenty degrees

No money to eat (Yeah)

'bout the thrift stores and being piss poor, the Christmas's, Ma had gifts for us when bro and me discovered that she

Was wrappin' shit up around the house to stick it under the tree