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 Nikon 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 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

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' swank on 'em
And I ain't even wanna have to blank on 'em
That Lamb' 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 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

I done seen some shit within my lifetime, at one time I
Can still remember just how bad I used to want five mics
My biggest dream was just to make it into Unsigned Hype (word)
It's so hard for me to fathom this was once my life (yeah)
Shit'll make you wanna cop out like a plea deal (yeah)
So I treat a beat like it's Tekashi, 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 Doctor D-R-E he still keeps on givin' me refills
Send 'em at me, bullets hit indiscriminately
Women and men and little kids senior citizens 'til the Sig is empty
Whipped Gen-Z into a frenzy, but no gift, is in me, I'm stingy
And that is the motherfuckin' difference between them and me (who?)
And that's the reason I'm, in my Louis Vuitton (what am I?)
Gorier than Eva Long (yeah)
This rap shit, is somethin' that you'll never see me at
Like senior prom (wait a minute what I mean)
What I mean's the bar's, higher than Cheech and Chong (yeah, wow)
When you give them each a bong (yeah)
I call my stan's a, fan club 'cause whoever it's unleashed upon (what?)
Fuckin' beats up on (bitch), like police batons (y'all are)
Y'all are window shoppers, bunch a Peeping Toms
Still got that bullseye on my back (back), red dot on my head (yeah)
Yeah, blood on my hands for some of the rhymes that I've said (why?)
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 (here we go now)
Yeah, 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 (ah-choo)
I throw shade it'll be curtains for you
Pray for the verse to get through, birth of a new (yeah)
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
Turnin' 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 (yeah)
'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

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Carl McCormick, Cordae Dunston, Daniel Anwar Hackett, Dylan Ismael Teixeria, Marshall B. III Mathers