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 stories I'm but they not made up
Don't try to dap me just spare me don't want that fake
At ten ain't 'bout 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 and 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

1]
We just flexin' (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 first 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 they was on they way to
When they was prolly goin' to sleep I was still up I was goin'
before the new Walmart I was still on Gresham
I told myself fall off Quan you gotta do better
I do this shit in life nigga no make believe (no, no)
I was broke as hell up now fifty what I make week (yeah, yeah)
in spirit that the way to be (rich homie 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
try to dap me just spare me don't want that fake love
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 eight months and a couple weeks just to save up
I told my go get it because she know I got it
buy the house I grew up in just to say I bought it

2]
At the strip 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 near the
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 house recording no (hey, hey)
Remember when grandmama died it couldn't shed a tear
I swear I saw my mama cry didn't know there'll be years (I love you mama)
I try to put my pride no middle face all my fears (nah real talk man)
We need a plate try to starve us
make 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 me don't want that fake love
At ten ain't no 'bout no rollie a Jacob
So when I tell you these stories 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 my mama go get it because she know I got it
Might buy the house I grew up in to say I bought it