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\n[Intro: Cordae]
\nGotta ride with ’em, ride with ’em
\nRide with ’em, roll with the, whoa, whoa, whoa
\nTell ’em, “Ride with ’em,” we could ride with ’em
\nRide with ’em, whoa, we could, whoa, whoa, whoa
\nI tell the odd, gotcha, odd, getcha, woo, what
\nCheck it out, nigga, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
\nNigga, I need, we could fight with ’em, ride
\nYeah, uh, yeah<\/p>\n[Verse 1: Cordae]
\nDone seen some shit within my lifetime, my light shine bright
\nProtect yo’ energy from poison when the python strike
\nMy first mistake was doin’ robberies on Niken bikes
\nWatch my mov\u0435s and I’ma show you what a icon like
\nY’all let bygones b\u0435 bygones, right?
\nNigga, fuck yo’ truce, bust yo’ move
\nAnd if that nigga touch your shoes
\nYou better blast on ’em and on my mama, nigga
\nI’ma get that cash on ’em, hunnid on the dash on ’em
\nSwerve, born from the trench, you from the ‘burbs
\nNigga, fuck the early bird, nigga
\nI’ma get this motherfuckin’ chicken
\nAnd if a nigga ever got a problem, nigga
\nWe can fuckin’ solve it, on my mama, nigga
\nI just been itchin’ to prove myself
\nI just pray throughout the struggle I don’t lose myself
\nGlock, no safety, Plaxico, I might shoot myself
\nThey catchin’ bullets like two Odells, and, nigga, you gon’ tell
\nBut listen
\n[Chorus: Cordae]
\nI can tell you ’bout the time was goin’ hard up in the paint
\nAnd I can tell you shit that other niggas can’t, lemme tell you
\nI can tell you ’bout the time I had to drop a nigga rank
\nAnd I can tell you shit I did up off the drank, lemme tell you
\nI can tell you ’bout the time I signed a deal for twenty bands
\nAnd used that shit to get my brother out the can, lemme tell you
\nI can tell you ’bout the time I had a penny and a plan
\nI can tell you shit, but you won’t understand, lemme tell you, nigga<\/p>\n
[Verse 2: Cordae]
\nFirst and foremost, for every door that’s opened, a door close
\nBeat a nigga, take his Bordeauxs, upgrade my wardrobe
\nAnd Lord knows livin’ like this, it leads a short road
\nA dead end, or prison time, where we was headin’
\nInstead, when I got bread, broke it with brethren
\nEyes open, leave the house, move like a veteran
\nMade a couple dollars from come-ups, my niggas flexin’
\nNigga got a problem, then I can make some corrections
\nOkay, cool, still with the same niggas since grade school
\nGive a fuck about your Shade Room when I had made room
\nFor everybody on that late moon, and word to Rae Sremm’
\nHad to bring the motherfuckin’ swang on ’em
\nAnd I ain’t even wanna have to blank on ’em
\nThat Lam’ truck got a full tank on ’em
\nBut, a nigga better not look at me wrong
\nIt’s certain shit that I can’t say on this song, but let me tell you, nigga
\n[Chorus: Cordae & Eminem]
\nI can tell you ’bout the time was goin’ hard up in the paint
\nAnd I can tell you shit that other niggas can’t, lemme tell you
\nI can tell you ’bout the time I had to drop a nigga rank
\nAnd I can tell you shit I did up off the drank, lemme tell you
\nI can tell you ’bout the time I signed a deal for twenty bands
\nAnd used that shit to get my brother out the can, lemme tell you
\nI can tell you ’bout the time I had a penny and a plan (Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah)
\nI can tell you shit, but you won’t understand, lemme tell you, nigga<\/p>\n
[Verse 3: Eminem]
\nI done seen some shit within my lifetime, at one time I
\nCan still remember just how bad I used to want ‘5 mics’
\nMy biggest dream was just to make it into Unsigned Hype
\nIt’s so hard for me to fathom this was once my life
\nShit’ll make you wanna cop out like a plea deal
\nSo I treat a beat like it’s Tekashi, spit on that bitch like Meek Mill
\nMy addiction got me weak-willed
\nI’m relapsing, I think I can’t seem to stop eating Beat Pills
\nAnd Doctor D-R-E he still keeps on giving me refills
\nSend ’em at me, bullets hit indiscriminately
\nWomen and men and little kids senior citizens till the Sig is empty
\nWhipped Gen-Z into a frenzy, but no give, is in me, I’m stingy
\nAnd that is the motherfuckin’ difference between them and me
\nAnd that’s the reason I’m, in my Louis Vuitton
\nGorier than Eva Long
\nThis rap shit, is somethin’ that you’ll never see me at, like senior prom
\nWhat I mean’s the bar’s, higher than Cheech and Chong
\nWhen you give them each a bong
\nI call my Stan’s a, fan club ’cause whoever it’s unleashed upon
\nFuckin’ beats up on, like police batons
\nY’all are window shoppers, bunch a Peeping Toms
\nStill got that bullseye on my back, red dot on my head
\nYeah, blood on my hands for some of the rhymes that I’ve said
\nPolice squad on the task
\nGot ’em hot on my trail, like my stepfather with the belt, I got S.W.A.T on my ass
\nI was painfully shy, now I’m proud of myself
\nLike Obama’s kids, I came outta my shell (Michelle)
\nAnd I can promise this
\nOn my mama, shit, no daughters, bitch
\nThat every single word’ll be true so with out further adieu
\nIt’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
\nI throw shade it’ll be curtains for you
\nPray for the verse to get through, birth of a new
\nWorser me who’s determined to do
\nPermanent damage with the words that I threw, bird’s-eye view I’m referred to as Zeus
\nCirclin’ you like I’m a vulture features are tournaments, I turn ’em into
\nTurning me loose is like verbal abuse, language hurtful to use cursin’ at you
\nMade a couple of mistakes that occurred in my youth, jumped a hurdle or two word but I’m through
\nWith tellin’ you about the food stamps and the government cheese
\nAnd how we used to get school lunches for free
\nAlready told ya, ’bout the holes up in my Pony shoes and Rustler jeans
\nWhen it was Mother, lil’ brother and me
\nI told you ’bout, being kicked out 20 degrees, no money to eat
\n‘Bout the thrift stores and being piss poor, the Christmases Ma had gifts for us, when bro and me discovered that she
\nWas wrappin’ shit up around the house, to stick it under the tree
\nDamn<\/p>\n
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