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conversations.value: Write me a song called Parables (Remix) with the following description: Cordae and Eminem reflect on their personal histories for the remix of Cordae’s November 2020 single “The Parables,” which was the soundscape for a Beats by Dre commercial featuring tennis player Naomi Osaka, Cordae’s girlfriend.
  In the first verse (and hook), Cordae reminisces upon the past states of morbidity and poverty he was once familiar with, acknowledging that the vast majority are incapable of empathizing or relating to his struggles. Remarking upon his successes, Cordae demonstrates how fame enables the avoidance of institutionalization in the second verse.
  Eminem delivers a braggadocious and confrontational verse, reflecting upon his past and just how unprecedented the level of success he’s accomplished once seemed to him. Addressing his critics/competitors with animosity, Shady ironically enough acknowledges feelings of having a “red dot” on his head as a result of every word delivered throughout his career.
  “Parables” are a story or comparison involving multiple things – making the title of the song itself a self-explanatory double-entendre. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: 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
  [Verse 1: 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, boy, I'm 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 [Chorus: 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
  [Verse 2: 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 [Chorus: 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, yeah
  )
  I can tell you shit, but you won't understand, lemme tell you, nigga
  [Verse 3: 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