[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

[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 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

[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

[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

[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

[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