Ronnie’s Interlude Letra - A-Reece

Lucky me, dad was home, not all my homies (Yah)

(Give the mic here real quick)

(Here we go)

Uh huh (Uh huh)

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, nigga, run it back (Yeah)