Parables (feat. Eminem) (Remix|Explicit)

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 n***a whoa whoa whoa whoa
N***a I need we could fight with 'em ride
Yeah uh yeah
Done seen some s**t 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 bе bygones right
N***a f**k yo' truce bust yo' move
And if that n***a touch your shoes
You better blast on 'em and on my mama n***a
I'ma get that cash on 'em hunnid on the dash on 'em
Swerve born from the trench you from the 'burbs
N***a f**k the early bird n***a
I'ma get this motherf**kin' chicken
And if a n***a ever got a problem n***a
We can f**kin' solve it on my mama n***a
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 n***a you gon' tell
But listen
I can tell you 'bout the time was goin' hard up in the paint
And I can tell you s**t that other n***as can't lemme tell you
I can tell you 'bout the time I had to drop a n***a rank
And I can tell you s**t 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 s**t 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 s**t but you won't understand lemme tell you n***a
First and foremost for every door that's opened a door close
Beat a n***a 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 n***as flexin'
N***a got a problem then I can make some corrections
Okay cool still with the same n***as since grade school
Give a f**k about your Shade Room when I had made room
For everybody on that late moon and word to Rae Sremm'
Had to bring the motherf**kin' 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 n***a better not look at me wrong
It's certain s**t that I can't say on this song but let me tell you n***a
I can tell you 'bout the time was goin' hard up in the paint
And I can tell you s**t that other n***as can't lemme tell you
I can tell you 'bout the time I had to drop a n***a rank
And I can tell you s**t 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 s**t 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 s**t but you won't understand lemme tell you n***a
Eminem：
I done seen some s**t 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
S**t'll make you wanna cop out like a plea deal
So I treat a beat like it's Tekashi spit on that b***h 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 motherf**kin' difference between them and me
And that's the reason I'm in my Louis Vuitton
Gorier than Eva Long
This rap s**t 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
F**kin' 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 a*s
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 s**t no daughters b***h
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 motherf**kin 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' s**t up around the house to stick it under the tree
D**n