Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Parables, artist - YBN Cordae. Date of issue: 23.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Parables |
| 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 |
| 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, fuck your truce, bust your move |
| And if that nigga touch your shoes |
| You better blast on 'em and on my momma, 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 that 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 the other niggas can’t, lemme tell you |
| I can tell you by the time I had the drop a nigga rank |
| And I can tell the 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 bredren |
| 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 |
| I ain’t even wanna have to blink 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 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 the other niggas can’t, lemme tell you |
| I can tell you by the time I had the drop a nigga rank |
| And I can tell the 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 |