Luyện nghe bài hát The Author

The person like Nard & B gon think 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
Don't try to dap me just me don't want that fake love
At ten ain't know 'bout no rollie wanted a
So when I tell you this story know not made up
Keep on my chain when I fuck her bae we made love
It took eight months and weeks just to save up
I told my mama go get it she know I got it
Might buy the house I grew up in to say I bought it

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

I got some stories I'm but they not made 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 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 weeks just to save up
I my mama 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 strip we at [?]
thousand on my bracelet
Eight I was savin'
I we [?]
Tryna out ball my paper
life story not made up (nah)
In high school fuckin' hoes by Stephenson out by (fuck them hoes)
by the cafeteria back near the gyms
Smokin' mid throwin' out the 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 grandmama died it hurt couldn't shed a tear
I swear I saw my mama cry didn't there'll be better years (I love you mama)
I try to put away my no middle face all my fears (nah real talk man)
We need a don't try to starve us
Can't make this up 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 want that fake love
At ten ain't no 'bout no wanted a Jacob
So when I tell you these know they not made up
Keep on my when I fuck her bae ya we made love
It took eight months and a weeks just to save up
I told my mama go get it because she I got it
Might buy the I grew up in just to say I bought it