Cordae - The Parables lyrics

[Intro] 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, ni**a, woah, woah, woah, woah ni**a, we could fight with 'em, ride Yeah, uh, yeah [Verse 1] Done seen some sh*t 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? ni**a, fu*k your truce, bust your move And if that ni**a touch your shoes You better blast on 'em and on my mama, ni**a I'ma get that cash on 'em, hunnid on the dash on 'em Swerve, born from the trench, you from the 'burbs ni**a, fu*k the early bird, ni**a I'ma get this motherfu*kin' chicken And if a ni**a ever got a problem, ni**a We can fu*kin' solve it, on my mama, ni**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, ni**a, you gon' tell But listen [Chorus] I can tell you 'bout the time was goin' hard up in the paint And I can tell you sh*t the other ni**as can't, lemme tell you I can tell you by the time I had to drop a ni**a rank And I can tell you sh*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 sh*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 sh*t, but you won't understand, lemme tell you, ni**a [Verse 2] First and foremost, for every door that's opened, a door close Beat a ni**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 ni**as flexin' ni**a got a problem, then I can make some corrections Okay, cool, still with the same ni**as since grade school Give a fu*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 motherfu*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 ni**a better not look at me wrong It's certain sh*t that I can't say on this song, but let me tell you, ni**a [Chorus] I can tell you 'bout the time was goin' hard up in the paint And I can tell you sh*t the other ni**as can't, lemme tell you I can tell you by the time I had to drop a ni**a rank And I can tell you sh*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 sh*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 sh*t, but you won't understand, lemme tell you, ni**a