Parables (feat. Eminem) (Remix|Explicit) - Cordae/Eminem

Lyrics by：Carl McCormick/Cordae Dunston/Daniel Hackett/Dylan Ismael Teixeira/Marshall Mathers

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***a whoa whoa whoa whoa

N***a I need we could fight with 'em ride

Yeah uh yeah

Done seen some s**t within my lifetime my light shine bright

Protect yo' 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 bе bygones right

N***a f**k yo' truce bust yo' move

And if that n***a touch your shoes

You better blast on 'em and on my mama n***a

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

Swerve born from the trench you from the 'burbs

N***a f**k the early bird n***a

I'ma get this motherf**kin' chicken

And if a n***a ever got a problem n***a

We can f**kin' solve it on my mama n***a

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 n***a you gon' tell

But listen

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

And I can tell you s**t that other n***as can't lemme tell you

I can tell you 'bout the time I had to drop a n***a rank

And I can tell you s**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 s**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 s**t but you won't understand lemme tell you n***a

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

Beat a n***a 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 n***as flexin'

N***a got a problem then I can make some corrections

Okay cool still with the same n***as 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**kin' 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***a better not look at me wrong

It's certain s**t that I can't say on this song but let me tell you n***a

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

And I can tell you s**t that other n***as can't lemme tell you

I can tell you 'bout the time I had to drop a n***a rank

And I can tell you s**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 s**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 s**t but you won't understand lemme tell you n***a

Eminem：

I done seen some s**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

S**t'll make you wanna cop out like a plea deal

So I treat a beat like it's Tekashi spit on that b***h 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**kin' difference between them and me

And that's the reason I'm in my Louis Vuitton

Gorier than Eva Long

This rap s**t is somethin' 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**kin' 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 a*s

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 s**t no daughters b***h

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

Circlin' you like I'm a vulture features are tournaments I turn 'em into

Turning me loose is like verbal abuse language hurtful to use cursin' at you

Made a couple of mistakes that occurred in my youth jumped a hurdle or two word but I'm through

With tellin' 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 piss poor the Christmases Ma had gifts for us

When bro and me discovered that she

Was wrappin' s**t up around the house to stick it under the tree

D**n