Luyện nghe bài hát The Author

The average person like Nard & B gon this shit I'm talkin' bout made up or make believe or some shit, but nah man, this my everyday life dawg

I got some stories I'm but they not made up
try to dap me just spare me don't want that fake love
At ten ain't know no rollie wanted a Jacob
So when I tell you this story they not made up
Keep on my chain when I fuck her bae yeah we love
It eight months and couple weeks just to save up
I told my mama go get it because she I got it
Might buy the house I grew up in just to say I it

1]
We just extra flexin' (yeah) hundred on a necklace (ohh)
time I got booked in Houston sold out show in Texas (sold out showing)
I couldn't make no money off this at first shit was stressful (at first it was)
I was in these niggas face with my CD just a freckle (aye)
I was leavin' the studio when they was on they way to breakfast
When they was prolly to sleep I was still up I was goin' extra
Right before the new Walmart I was on Gresham
I told never fall off Quan you gotta do better
I do this in real life nigga no make believe (no, no)
I was as hell growin' up now fifty what I make week (yeah, yeah)
in spirit that the way to be (rich homie baby)
These cotton and I'm harder than 'em (that right too)
It's copywritten cause I wrote it I'm the author

I got stories I'm tellin' but they not made up
try to dap me just spare me don't want that fake love
At ten ain't no 'bout no rollie wanted a
So when I tell you these know they not made up
Keep on my chain when I fuck her bae ya we made
It took months and a couple weeks just to save up
I told my go get it because she know I got it
Might buy the house I up in just to say I bought it

2]
At the club we at [?]
Fifty on my bracelet
Eight months I was
I we [?]
Tryna out my paper yeah
Real story not made up (nah)
In school fuckin' hoes by Stephenson out by Decatur (fuck them hoes)
Smokin' by the cafeteria back the gyms
Smokin' mid throwin' out the and spittin' out the stems (spittin' out the stems)
Niggas tried to count me down so I had to bend the rim (I my act)
I remember house recording no engineer (hey, hey)
Remember grandmama died it hurt couldn't shed a tear
I swear I saw my cry didn't know there'll be better years (I love you mama)
I try to put away my pride no middle face all my (nah real talk man)
We a plate don't try to starve us
Can't make up when you the author (rich homie baby)

I got some stories I'm tellin' but they not up
Don't try to dap me just spare me don't want fake love
At ten ain't no no rollie wanted a Jacob
So I tell you these stories know they not made up
Keep on my chain when I fuck her bae ya we love
It took months and a couple weeks just to save up
I told my mama go get it she know I got it
Might buy the I grew up in just to say I bought it