Parables (Remix) [feat. Eminem]

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
 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 moves and I'ma show you what a icon like
 Y'all let bygones be 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
 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 20 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
 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
 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 20 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
 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 without further a do, 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 you, 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