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LYRICS: Cordae – Parables (Remix)

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[Intro: Cordae]
Gotta experience with ’em, experience with ’em
Journey with ’em, roll with the, whoa, whoa, whoa
Inform ’em, “Journey with ’em,” we may experience with ’em
Journey with ’em, whoa, we may, whoa, whoa, whoa
I inform the odd, gotcha, odd, getcha, woo, what
Test it out, nigga, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Nigga, I want, we may combat with ’em, experience
Yeah, uh, yeah

[Verse 1: Cordae]
Carried out seen some shit inside my lifetime, my mild shine vivid
Shield yo’ vitality from poison when the python strike
My first mistake was doin’ robberies on Niken bikes
Watch my movеs and I’ma present you what a icon like
Y’all let bygones bе bygones, proper?
Nigga, fuck yo’ truce, bust yo’ transfer
And if that nigga contact your sneakers
You higher blast on ’em and on my mama, nigga
I’ma get that money on ’em, hunnid on the sprint on ’em
Swerve, born from the ditch, you from the ‘burbs
Nigga, fuck the early chicken, nigga
I’ma get this motherfuckin’ rooster
And if a nigga ever received an issue, nigga
We will fuckin’ clear up it, on my mama, nigga
I simply been itchin’ to show myself
I simply pray all through the battle I don’t lose myself
Glock, no security, Plaxico, I’d shoot myself
They catchin’ bullets like two Odells, and, nigga, you gon’ inform
However hear

[Chorus: Cordae]
I can inform you ’bout the time was goin’ laborious up within the paint
And I can inform you shit that different niggas can’t, lemme inform you
I can inform you ’bout the time I needed to drop a nigga rank
And I can inform you shit I did up off the drank, lemme inform you
I can inform you ’bout the time I signed a deal for twenty bands
And used that shit to get my brother out the can, lemme inform you
I can inform you ’bout the time I had a penny and a plan
I can inform you shit, however you received’t perceive, lemme inform you, nigga

[Verse 2: Cordae]
Firstly, for each door that’s opened, a door shut
Beat a nigga, take his Bordeauxs, improve my wardrobe
And Lord is aware of livin’ like this, it leads a brief highway
A useless finish, or jail time, the place we was headin’
As an alternative, after I received bread, broke it with brethren
Eyes open, go away the home, transfer like a veteran
Made a pair {dollars} from come-ups, my niggas flexin’
Nigga received an issue, then I could make some corrections
Okay, cool, nonetheless with the identical niggas since grade faculty
Give a fuck about your Shade Room after I had made room
For everyone on that late moon, and phrase to Rae Sremm’
Needed to deliver the motherfuckin’ swang on ’em
And I ain’t even wanna must clean on ’em
That Lam’ truck received a full tank on ’em
However, a nigga higher not have a look at me mistaken
It’s sure shit that I can’t say on this music, however let me inform you, nigga

[Chorus: Cordae & Eminem]
I can inform you ’bout the time was goin’ laborious up within the paint
And I can inform you shit that different niggas can’t, lemme inform you
I can inform you ’bout the time I needed to drop a nigga rank
And I can inform you shit I did up off the drank, lemme inform you
I can inform you ’bout the time I signed a deal for twenty bands
And used that shit to get my brother out the can, lemme inform you
I can inform you ’bout the time I had a penny and a plan (Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah)
I can inform you shit, however you received’t perceive, lemme inform you, nigga

[Verse 3: Eminem]
I carried out seen some shit inside my lifetime, at one time I
Can nonetheless keep in mind simply how dangerous I used to need ‘5 mics’
My greatest dream was simply to make it into Unsigned Hype
It’s so laborious for me to fathom this was as soon as my life
Shit’ll make you wanna cop out like a plea deal
So I deal with a beat prefer it’s Tekashi, spit on that bitch like Meek Mill
My dependancy received me weak-willed
I’m relapsing, I feel I can’t appear to cease consuming Beat Tablets
And Physician D-R-E he nonetheless retains on giving me refills
Ship ’em at me, bullets hit indiscriminately
Ladies and men and little youngsters senior residents until the Sig is empty
Whipped Gen-Z right into a frenzy, however no give, is in me, I’m stingy
And that’s the motherfuckin’ distinction between them and me
And that’s the explanation I’m, in my Louis Vuitton
Gorier than Eva Lengthy
This rap shit, is somethin’ that you just’ll by no means see me at, like senior promenade
What I imply’s the bar’s, larger than Cheech and Chong
Once you give them every a bong
I name my Stan’s a, fan membership ’trigger whoever it’s unleashed upon
Fuckin’ beats up on, like police batons
Y’all are window consumers, bunch a Peeping Toms
Nonetheless received that bullseye on my again, crimson dot on my head
Yeah, blood on my fingers for a number of the rhymes that I’ve stated
Police squad on the duty
Bought ’em scorching on my path, like my stepfather with the belt, I received S.W.A.T on my ass
I used to be painfully shy, now I’m pleased with myself
Like Obama’s youngsters, I got here outta my shell (Michelle)
And I can promise this
On my mama, shit, no daughters, bitch
That each single phrase’ll be true so with out additional adieu
It’s return of the ruthless extra murderous than Mook is so what you’re gonna do’s suppose I’m allergic after I level this motherfuckin burner at ‘chu
I throw shade it’ll be curtains for you
Pray for the verse to get via, start of a brand new
Worser me who’s decided to do
Everlasting harm with the phrases that I threw, chicken’s-eye view I’m known as Zeus
Circlin’ you want I’m a vulture options are tournaments, I flip ’em into
Turning me free is like verbal abuse, language hurtful to make use of cursin’ at you
Made a few errors that occurred in my youth, jumped a hurdle or two phrase however I’m via
With tellin’ you in regards to the meals stamps and the federal government cheese
And the way we used to get faculty lunches without cost
Already advised ya, ’bout the holes up in my Pony sneakers and Rustler denims
When it was Mom, lil’ brother and me
I advised you ’bout, being kicked out 20 levels, no cash to eat
‘Bout the thrift shops and being piss poor, the Christmases Ma had items for us, when bro and me found that she
Was wrappin’ shit up round the home, to stay it beneath the tree
Rattling