ronnie's interlude - a-reece lyrics
[intro]
lucky me, dad was home, not all my homies (yah)
(here we go)
uh huh (uh huh)
[verse]
lucky me, dad was home, not all my homies had that
covid came, he wouldn’t live long, it did my dad bad
wish i could have my dad back
still cannot believe he’s gone
now he’s livin’ through the song
the studio’s where i crash at
a place to study the craft at
matter o’ fact, i learned it all
burnt the raw
the studio rug is where all the ash is at
flashbacks not havin’ much, not havin’ that
had to make a way to get to where they say the cash is at
the books would have * math in the front, lyrics in the back
didn’t have to be in class to show you i’m a class act
tryna mash that hov’ flow in case you still ain’t caught that
i ain’t never caught a body, robbed a man and sold crack
hijacked, did a scam or owned a gat
they do that where i grew up at
me i chose a different path, wrote rap
in those times, i was on the rise, check the almanac
the pen i’m usin’ quickly turned into a rap artefact
i think you get the gist of where i’m gettin’ at with all of that
when i try to leave it’s like it just keeps callin’ back (preee)
i don’t know what to call it if it ain’t a fact
and if you ain’t heard me, n*gga, run it back (yeah)
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