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 I'm tellin' but they not made up
Don't try to dap me spare me don't want that fake love
At ten ain't 'bout no rollie wanted a Jacob
So when I tell you this story know they not up
Keep on my when I fuck her bae yeah we made love
It took eight months and weeks just 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 flexin' (yeah) racks on a necklace (ohh)
First time I got 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 niggas 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 to sleep I was still up I was goin' extra
before the new Walmart I was still on Gresham
I told myself never fall off Quan you do better
I do this 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)
It's copywritten 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 don't that fake love
At ten ain't no 'bout no rollie a Jacob
So I tell you these stories know they not made up
Keep on my when I fuck her bae ya we made love
It took eight months and a couple weeks 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

2]
At the club we at [?]
thousand on my bracelet
Eight I was savin'
I we [?]
Tryna out my paper yeah
Real story not made up (nah)
In high school hoes by Stephenson out by Decatur (fuck them hoes)
Smokin' by the cafeteria back near the
Smokin' mid throwin' out the seeds and spittin' out the (spittin' out the stems)
tried to count me down so I had to bend the rim (I bent my act)
I mama house recording no engineer (hey, hey)
Remember when grandmama died it hurt 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 pride no face all my fears (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 just spare me don't want that fake
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 her bae ya we made 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 house I grew up in to say I bought it