Parables (Remix) Lyrics – Cordae ft. Eminem

[Intro: Cordae]
Gotta ride with 'em, ride with 'em
Ride with 'em, roll with the, whoa, whoa, whoa
Tell 'em, "Ride with 'em, " we could ride with 'em
Ride with 'em, whoa, we could, whoa, whoa, whoa
I tell the odd, gotcha, odd, getcha, woo, what
Check it out, n!gga, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
N!gga, I need, we could fight with 'em, ride
Yeah, uh, yeah

[Verse 1: Cordae]
Done seen some sh!t within my lifetime
My light shine bright
Protect yo' energy from poison when the python strike
My first mistake was doing robberies on Niken bikes
Watch my movеs and I'ma show you what a icon like
Y'all let bygones bе bygones, right?
N!gga, f**k yo' truce, bust yo' move
And if that n!gga touch your shoes
You better blast on 'em and on my mama, n!gga
I'ma get that cash on 'em, hunnid on the dash on 'em
Swerve, born from the trench, you from the 'burbs
N!gga, f**k the early bird, n!gga
I'ma get this motherf**king chicken
And if a n!gga ever got a problem, n!gga
We can f**king solve it, on my mama, n!gga
I just been itching to prove myself
I just pray throughout the struggle I don't lose myself
Glock, no safety, Plaxico, I might shoot myself
They catching bullets like two Odells
And n!gga, you gone tell, But listen

[Chorus: Cordae]
I can tell you 'bout the time was going
Hard up in the paint
And I can tell you sh!t
That other n!ggas can't, lemme tell you
I can tell you 'bout the time
I had to drop a n!gga rank
And I can tell you sh!t 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 sh!t 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 sh!t
But you won't understand, lemme tell you, n!gga

[Verse 2: Cordae]
First and foremost, for every door that's opened
A door close
Beat a n!gga, take his Bordeauxs
Upgrade my wardrobe
And Lord knows living like this
It leads a short road
A dead end, or prison time
Where we was heading
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 n!ggas flexing
N!gga got a problem
Then I can make some corrections
Okay, cool, still with the same n!ggas
Since grade school
Give a f**k about your Shade Room
When I had made room
For everybody on that late moon
And word to Rae Sremm'
Had to bring the motherf**king 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 n!gga better not look at me wrong
It's certain sh!t that I can't say on this song
But let me tell you, n!gga

[Chorus: Cordae & Eminem]
I can tell you 'bout the time was going
Hard up in the paint
And I can tell you sh!t that
Other n!ggas can't, lemme tell you
I can tell you 'bout the time
I had to drop a n!gga rank
And I can tell you sh!t
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 sh!t 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 sh!t, but you won't understand
Lemme tell you, n!gga

[Verse 3: Eminem]
I done seen some sh!t within my lifetime, at one time I
Can still remember just how bad I used to want '5 mics'
My biggest dream was just to make it into Unsigned Hype
It's so hard for me to fathom this was once my life
Sh!t'll make you wanna cop out like a plea deal
So I treat a beat like it's Tekashi
Spit on that b!tch like Meek Mill
My addiction got me weak-willed, I'm relapsing
I think I can't seem to stop eating Beat Pills
And Doctor D-R-E he still keeps on giving me refills
Send 'em at me, bullets hit indiscriminately
Women and men and little kids
Senior citizens till the Sig is empty
Whipped Gen-Z into a frenzy
But no give, is in me, I'm stingy
And that is the motherf**king
Difference between them and me
And that's the reason I'm, in my Louis Vuitton
Gorier than Eva Long
This rap sh!t, is something
That you'll never see me at, like senior prom
What I mean's the bar's, higher than Cheech and Chong
When you give them each a bong
I call my Stan's a, fan club
'cause whoever it's unleashed upon
F**king beats up on, like police batons
Y'all are window shoppers, bunch a Peeping Toms
Still got that bullseye on my back, red dot on my head
Yeah, blood on my hands for some of the rhymes
That I've said
Police squad on the task
Got 'em hot on my trail
Like my stepfather with the belt
I got S.W.A.T on my ass
I was painfully shy
Now I'm proud of myself
Like Obama's kids
I came outta my shell (Michelle)
And I can promise this
On my mama, sh!t, no daughters, b!tch
That every single word'll be true
So with out further adieu
It's return of the ruthless more murderous
Than Mook is so what you're gonna do's think
I'm allergic when I point this motherf**kin
Burner at 'chu, I throw shade it'll be curtains for you
Pray for the verse to get through, birth of a new
Worser me who's determined to do
Permanent damage with the words that I threw
Bird's-eye view I'm referred to as Zeus
Circling you like I'm a vulture features are tournaments
I turn 'em into
Turning me loose is like verbal abuse
Language hurtful to use cursing at you
Made a couple of mistakes that occurred in my youth
Jumped a hurdle or two word but I'm through
With telling you about the food stamps
And the government cheese
And how we used to get school lunches for free
Already told ya, 'bout the holes up in my Pony shoes
And Rustler jeans
When it was Mother, lil' brother and me
I told you 'bout, being kicked out 20 degrees
No money to eat
'Bout the thrift stores and being p!ss poor
The Christmases Ma had gifts for us
When bro and me discovered that she
Was wrapping sh!t up around the house
To stick it under the tree
Damn!...