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 they not up
try to dap me just spare me don't want that fake love
At ten ain't 'bout no rollie wanted a Jacob
So when I tell you this know they not made up
Keep on my chain when I fuck her bae yeah we love
It took eight months and couple just to save up
I told my go get it because she know I got it
Might buy the house I up in just to say I bought it

1]
We just extra flexin' (yeah) hundred racks on a (ohh)
First time I got booked in Houston out show in Texas (sold out showing)
I couldn't make no money off this at first this shit was stressful (at it was)
I was in these niggas face with my CD like a freckle (aye)
I was prolly leavin' the studio when was on they way to breakfast
When they was prolly goin' to sleep I was still up I was extra
Right before the new I was still on Gresham
I told myself fall off Quan you gotta do better
I do this shit in real life nigga no make (no, no)
I was broke as hell growin' up now fifty what I make (yeah, yeah)
Rich in spirit the way to be (rich homie baby)
These niggas and I'm harder than 'em (that right too)
It's copywritten cause I wrote it I'm the nigga

I got some stories I'm tellin' but not made up
Don't try to dap me just spare me don't that fake love
At ten ain't no 'bout no wanted 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 couple weeks 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 on my bracelet
months I was savin'
I we [?]
Tryna out my paper yeah
life story not made up (nah)
In school fuckin' hoes by Stephenson out by Decatur (fuck them hoes)
Smokin' by the cafeteria back near the
Smokin' mid throwin' out the seeds and out the stems (spittin' out the stems)
Niggas to count me down so I had to bend the rim (I bent my act)
I remember mama house recording no (hey, hey)
Remember when grandmama died it hurt 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 no middle face all my fears (nah real talk man)
We a plate don't try to starve us
make this up when you the author (rich homie baby)

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 stories know they not made up
on my chain when I fuck her bae ya we made love
It took eight months and a couple 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