[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 whole flow in case you still ain’t caught that
I ain’t never caught a body, robbed a man and sold crack
Highjacked, 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)
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