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

1]
We just extra flexin' (yeah) racks 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 face with my CD just like a freckle (aye)
I was leavin' the studio when they was on they way to breakfast
When they was prolly goin' to sleep I was still up I was extra
Right the new Walmart I was still on Gresham
I told never fall off Quan you gotta do better
I do this shit in real life no make believe (no, no)
I was broke as hell growin' up now fifty I make week (yeah, yeah)
Rich in spirit that the way to be (rich baby)
These niggas cotton and I'm than 'em (that right too)
It's copywritten cause I wrote it I'm the author

I got some I'm tellin' but they not made up
Don't try to dap me just spare me don't want that love
At ten ain't no no rollie wanted a Jacob
So when I 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 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 to say I bought it

2]
At the strip we at [?]
Fifty on my bracelet
months I was savin'
I we [?]
Tryna out ball my yeah
Real story not made up (nah)
In high school fuckin' hoes by Stephenson out by Decatur (fuck 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 me down so I had to bend the rim (I bent my act)
I remember mama recording no engineer (hey, hey)
Remember when grandmama it hurt couldn't shed a tear
I I saw my mama 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 fears (nah real man)
We a plate don't try to starve us
Can't make this up you the author (rich homie baby)

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