Luyện nghe bài hát The Author

The average person like Nard & B gon think this shit I'm talkin' bout made up or believe or some shit, but nah man, this my everyday life dawg

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 know 'bout no rollie wanted a Jacob
So when I you this story know they not made up
Keep on my chain when I fuck her bae we made love
It took eight months and weeks just to save up
I told my go get it because she know I got it
Might buy the house I grew up in just to say I it

1]
We just extra flexin' (yeah) hundred racks on a (ohh)
First time I got booked in Houston sold out show in (sold out showing)
I couldn't make no money off this at first this shit was (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 goin' to sleep I was still up I was goin' extra
before the new Walmart I was still on Gresham
I told myself 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 what I make week (yeah, yeah)
Rich in that the way to be (rich homie baby)
These niggas and I'm harder than 'em (that right too)
It's copywritten I wrote it I'm the author nigga

I got some stories I'm but they not made up
Don't try to dap me just spare me don't want fake love
At ten ain't no 'bout no rollie a Jacob
So when I tell you stories 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 mama go get it she know 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 ball my yeah
Real story not made up (nah)
In high school fuckin' hoes by out by Decatur (fuck them hoes)
Smokin' by the cafeteria back 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 house recording no engineer (hey, hey)
when grandmama died it hurt couldn't shed a tear
I swear I saw my mama cry 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 need a plate don't try to us
Can't make up when you the author (rich homie baby)

I got some stories I'm tellin' but not made up
Don't try to dap me just spare me don't want that love
At ten ain't no 'bout no wanted a Jacob
So I tell you these 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
buy the house I grew up in just to say I bought it