Luyện nghe bài hát The Author

The average person like & 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 tellin' but not made up
Don't try to dap me just spare me don't want fake love
At ten ain't 'bout no rollie wanted a Jacob
So when I tell you story know they not made up
Keep on my when I fuck her bae yeah we made love
It took eight and couple weeks just to save up
I my mama go get it because she know I got it
Might buy the I grew up in just to say I bought it

1]
We just extra flexin' (yeah) hundred racks on a (ohh)
First time I got in Houston sold out show 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 like a freckle (aye)
I was prolly leavin' the when they was on they way to breakfast
When they was prolly goin' to sleep I was still up I was goin'
Right before the new Walmart I was still on
I told myself never fall off Quan you do better
I do this shit in real nigga no make believe (no, no)
I was broke as hell growin' up now fifty what I make (yeah, yeah)
in spirit that the way to be (rich homie baby)
These niggas cotton and I'm harder 'em (that right too)
It's copywritten I wrote it I'm the author nigga

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 'bout no rollie wanted a
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 months and a couple 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

2]
At the club we at [?]
Fifty on my bracelet
months I was savin'
I we [?]
Tryna out my paper yeah
Real story not made up (nah)
In high school fuckin' by Stephenson out by Decatur (fuck them hoes)
Smokin' by the cafeteria near the gyms
Smokin' mid out the seeds and spittin' out the stems (spittin' out the stems)
Niggas tried to count me down so I had to the rim (I bent my act)
I remember mama recording no engineer (hey, hey)
Remember when grandmama died it hurt couldn't a tear
I swear I saw my mama cry didn't know there'll be years (I love you mama)
I try to put away my pride no face all my fears (nah real talk man)
We need a don't try to starve us
Can't make this up when you the author (rich baby)

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 'bout no rollie wanted a
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 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