[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 / Damn
