[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, nigga, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Nigga, I need, we could fight with 'em, ride Yeah, uh, yeah
[Verse 1: Cordae] Done seen some shit 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 be bygones, right? Nigga, fuck yo' truce, bust yo' 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, fuck the early bird, nigga I'ma get this motherfuckin' chicken And if a nigga ever got a problem, nigga We can fuckin' 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 that other niggas can't, lemme tell you I can tell you 'bout 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 fuck about your Shade Room when I had made room For everybody on that late moon, and word to Rae Sremm' Had to bring the motherfuckin' 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 that other niggas can't, lemme tell you I can tell you 'bout 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 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 Shit'll make you wanna cop out like a plea deal So I treat a beat like it's Tekashi, spit on that bitch 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 motherfuckin' difference between them and me And that's the reason I'm, in my Louis Vuitton Gorier than Eva Long This rap shit, 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 Fuckin' 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, shit, no daughters, bitch 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 motherfuckin 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' shit up around the house, to stick it under the tree DamnTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
