Ride With Me

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 fucking 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