D Montrez - Ride With Me Lyrics

Ever sense I was six I knew I wanna be rich
But you know life is a bitch either you hit or you miss
If you slip you get right back up and start fixing ya shit
That just a cut on ya lip you see them sirens you dip
America don't love niggas they label us as lazy and we drug dealers
They killing all the activists and f*cking leaders
So we can sit back and turn back to nonbelievers and Non-achievers
I am not a preacher to live here I'll teach ya
I hope these words reach ya and one day I'll meet ya
And we can shoot the breeze while we sitting in the breeze
And we here them summer leaves some is here and some gone leave
I'm something you not use to out the ordinary unusual
You know I'm making chess moves
Get it in ya thoughts like a head wound