Luyện nghe bài hát The Author

The average person like Nard & B gon think this shit I'm talkin' 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 spare me don't that fake love
At ten ain't know 'bout no wanted a Jacob
So I tell you this story know they not made up
Keep on my when I fuck her bae yeah we made love
It eight months and couple weeks just to save 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) hundred on a necklace (ohh)
First time I got booked in Houston sold out in Texas (sold out showing)
I couldn't make no money off this at 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
they was prolly goin' to sleep I was still up I was goin' extra
Right before the new Walmart I was 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 as hell growin' up now fifty what I make week (yeah, yeah)
Rich in that the way to be (rich homie baby)
These niggas cotton and I'm than 'em (that right too)
It's copywritten cause I wrote it I'm the nigga

I got some I'm tellin' but they not made up
try to dap me just spare me don't want that fake love
At ten ain't no 'bout no rollie a Jacob
So when I tell you these know they not made up
Keep on my chain when I fuck her bae ya we love
It took eight months and a couple weeks just to 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 club we at [?]
Fifty on my bracelet
months I was savin'
I we [?]
Tryna out ball my yeah
life story not made up (nah)
In high school fuckin' hoes by Stephenson out by Decatur (fuck 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 mama house recording no engineer (hey, hey)
Remember grandmama died it hurt couldn't shed a tear
I swear I saw my mama cry didn't know there'll be better (I love you mama)
I try to put away my pride no middle face all my fears (nah real man)
We need a plate don't try to 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 spare me don't want that fake love
At ten ain't no 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 weeks just to up
I told my go get it because she know I got it
Might buy the house I grew up in to say I bought it