作词 : Carl McCormick/Cordae Dunston/Daniel Hackett/Dylan Ismael Teixeira/Marshall Mathers
作曲 : Carl McCormick/Cordae Dunston/Daniel Hackett/Dylan Ismael Teixeira/Marshall Mathers
(Intro: Cordae)
Gotta ride with 'em, ride with 'em
Ride with 'em, roll with the, woah, woah, woah
Tell 'em, "Ride with 'em," we could ride with 'em
Ride with 'em, woah, we could, woah, woah, woah
I tell the odd, gotcha, odd, getcha, woo, what
Check it out, nigga, woah, woah, woah, woah
Nigga, we could fight with 'em, ride
Yeah, uh, yeah
(Verse 1: Cordae)
Done seen some shit within my lifetime, my light shine bright
Protect your 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, **** your truce, bust your 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, **** the early bird, nigga
I'ma get this mother****in' chicken
And if a nigga ever got a problem, nigga
We can ****in' 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 the other niggas can't, lemme tell you
I can tell you by 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 **** about your Shade Room when I had made room
For everybody on that late moon, and word to Rae Sremm'
Had to bring the mother****in' 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 the other niggas can't, lemme tell you
I can tell you by 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
Could still remember just how bad I used to want five mics
My biggest dream was just to make it into unsigned height
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 the beat like it's Tekashi *khaa*
Spit on that bitch like Meek Mill
My addiction got me weak willed (Yup)
I'm relapsing I think I can't seem to stop eating Beat Pills
And Dr. D.R.E., he still keeps on giving me refills
Send them at me, put 'em to an end discriminately
Women and men, and little kids seem to citizen like it's empty
With Gen Z, put ‘em in a frenzy (Haha)
But no gift (What?) is in me (Why?), I'm stingy (Yeah)
And that is the mother****in' difference (Between who?) them and me
That's the reason I'm in my Louis Vuitton (What am I?)
Gorier than evil, this rap shit is something that you'll never see me at
Like senior prom (Put 'em in a)
What I mean's the bars higher than Cheech & Chong (Wow)
When you give them each a bong (Yeah)
I call my stans a fan club 'cause whoever it's unleashed upon (What?)
****in' beats upon(Bitch)
Like police batons (Y'all are) y'all window shoppers
Bunch of peepin' Toms
Still got that bullseye on my back (Back), red dot on my head (Yeah)
Yeah, blood on my hands (Why?)
'Cause some of the rhymes that I've said
Police squad on the task
Got them hot on my trail like stepfather with the belt
I got squat on my ass, I was painfully shot
Now I'm proud of myself (Like) like Obama's kids
(I came) I came outta my shell
On my momma, shit, no, daugher's a bitch
(Here we go now)
Every single word, without futher or do, it's return of the roots
It's more murderous than is
So what you're gonna do is think I'm allergic when I point this mother****ing burner achoo
I throw shade, it'll be curtains for you
Pray for the birds to give through
Birth of a new worser me who's determined to do permanent damage
But the words that I do birth, I'm referred to as Zeus
Circlin' you like I'm a vulture, features are tournaments
I turn 'em in two, looses like verbal abuse, language for the youths
Cursin' you, made a couple of mistakes that occurred in my youth
Jumped a hurdle
But I'm through with tellin' you 'bout the food stamps and the government cheese
And how we used to get school unches for free
Already told ya 'bout the holes up in my Pony shoes and jeans
When it was mother, lil' brother, and me
I told you 'bout bein' kicked out, twenty degrees
No money to eat (Yeah)
'bout the thrift stores and being piss poor, the Christmas's, 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