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 tellin' but not made up
Don't try to dap me just spare me don't want that fake
At ten ain't know no rollie wanted a Jacob
So I tell 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 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 (yeah) hundred racks on a necklace (ohh)
time I got booked in Houston sold out show in Texas (sold out showing)
I make no money off this at first this shit was stressful (at first it was)
I was in these niggas face with my CD just like a (aye)
I was prolly the studio 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 I was still on Gresham
I told myself never 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 fifty I make week (yeah, yeah)
Rich in spirit that the way to be (rich baby)
These niggas cotton and I'm harder 'em (that right too)
It's copywritten cause I wrote it I'm the author

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 no 'bout no rollie wanted a Jacob
So when I tell you these stories know not made up
Keep on my when I fuck her bae ya we made 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 just to say I it

2]
At the strip we at [?]
Fifty on my bracelet
Eight months I was
I we [?]
Tryna out my paper yeah
Real life story not up (nah)
In high school fuckin' by Stephenson out by Decatur (fuck them hoes)
by the cafeteria back near the gyms
Smokin' mid throwin' out the seeds and spittin' out the (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)
when 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 up when you the author (rich homie baby)

I got stories I'm tellin' but they not made up
Don't try to dap me just spare me don't want that love
At ten no 'bout no rollie wanted 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 told my mama go get it she know I got it
Might buy the house I grew up in just to say I it