Luyện nghe bài hát The Author

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

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

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

I got some stories I'm tellin' but they not up
Don't try to dap me just spare me want that fake love
At ten ain't no 'bout no 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 eight months and a couple weeks just to up
I told my mama go get it she know I got it
Might buy the house I up in just to say I bought it

2]
At the club we at [?]
thousand on my bracelet
Eight months I was
I we [?]
Tryna out ball my paper
Real life not made up (nah)
In high school fuckin' by Stephenson out by Decatur (fuck them hoes)
Smokin' by the cafeteria back near the
mid throwin' out the seeds and spittin' out the stems (spittin' out the stems)
Niggas tried to count me so I had to bend the rim (I bent my act)
I remember mama recording no engineer (hey, hey)
Remember when grandmama died it hurt couldn't shed a
I swear I saw my mama cry didn't know there'll be years (I love you mama)
I try to put away my pride no middle face all my (nah real talk man)
We need a plate 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 spare me don't want that fake love
At ten no 'bout no rollie wanted a Jacob
So when I tell you these stories know not made up
Keep on my chain when I her bae ya we made love
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 grew up in just to say I it