Luyện nghe bài hát The Author

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

I got some stories I'm tellin' but not made up
try to dap me just spare me don't want that fake love
At ten ain't 'bout no rollie wanted a Jacob
So I tell you this story know they not made up
Keep on my chain when I fuck her bae yeah we love
It took eight months and couple weeks just to 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

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 make no money off this at first this shit was stressful (at first it was)
I was in these niggas face with my CD just like a (aye)
I was prolly leavin' the studio they was on they way to breakfast
When they was prolly goin' to sleep I was still up I was extra
Right before the new I was still on Gresham
I told myself never fall off Quan you gotta do
I do this shit in life nigga no make believe (no, no)
I was broke as hell growin' up now fifty what I make (yeah, yeah)
Rich in spirit that the way to be (rich baby)
These cotton and I'm harder than 'em (that right too)
It's copywritten cause I it I'm the author nigga

I got stories I'm tellin' but they not made up
Don't try to dap me just spare me don't want that love
At ten no 'bout no rollie wanted a Jacob
So when I tell you these know they not made up
Keep on my chain I fuck her bae ya we made love
It took eight months and a couple weeks 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

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

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