Parables (Remix) [feat. Eminem] Lyrics

Parables (Remix) [feat. Eminem] - Cordae

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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 movеs and I'ma show you what a icon like

Y'all let bygones bе 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)

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

Damn