The Author lyrics

[Intro]
The average person like Nard & B
Gon think this sh*t I'm talkin' bout made up
Or make believe or some sh*t
But nah man, this my everyday life dawg
Trenchwerk

[Chorus]
I got some stories I'm tellin' but they not made up
Don't try to dap me, just spare me, don't want that fake love
18 ain't know ‘bout no Rollie, wanted a Jacob
So when I tell you this story know they not made up
Keep on my chain when I f*ck her, bae yeah we made love
It took eight months and a couple weeks just to save up
I told my mama go get it because she know I got it
Might buy the house I grew up in just to say I bought it

[Verse 1]
We just extra flexin' (yeah)
Hundred racks on a necklace (ohh)
First time I got booked in Houston
Sold out show in Texas (sold out showing)
I couldn't make no money off this at first
This sh*t was stressful (at first it was)
I was in these n*ggas face with my CD
Just like a freckle (aye, aye)
I was prolly leavin' the studio
When they was on they way to breakfast
When they was prolly goin' to sleep
I was still up I was goin' extra
Right before the new Walmart, I was still on Gresham
I told myself, "Never fall off, Quan you gotta do better"
I do this sh*t in real life n*gga, no make-believe (no, no)
I was broke as hell growin' up
Now fifty what I make a week (yeah, yeah)
Rich in spirit, that the way to be (rich homie baby)
These n*ggas cotton
And I'm harder than 'em (that right too)
It's copywritten 'cause I wrote it, I'm the author n*gga
[Chorus]
I got some stories I'm tellin' but they not made up
Don't try to dap me, just spare me, don't want that fake love
18 ain't know 'bout no Rollie, wanted a Jacob
So when I tell you these stories know they not made up
Keep on my chain when I f*ck her, bae ya we made love
It took eight months and a couple weeks just to save up
I told my mama, go get it because she know I got it
Might buy the house I grew up in just to say I bought it

[Verse 2]
At the strip club, we at day shift
Fifty thousand on my bracelet
Eight months I was savin'
House so big no neighbors yeah
Tryna out ball my paper yeah
Real life story not made up (nah)
In high school f*ckin' hoes by Stephenson
Out by Decatur (f*ck them hoes)
Smokin' by the cafeteria back near the gyms
Smokin' mid throwin' out the seeds
And spittin' out the stems (spittin' out the stems)
n*ggas tried to count me dow
So I had to bend the rim (I bent my act)
I remember mama house, recording, no engineer (hey, hey)
Remember when grandmama died
It hurt, couldn't shed a tear
I swear I saw my mama cry
Didn't 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 talk man)
We need a plate, don't try to starve us
Can't make this up when you the author (rich homie baby)
[Chorus]
I got some stories I'm tellin' but they not made up
Don't try to dap me, just spare me, don't want that fake love
18 ain't know 'bout no Rollie, wanted a Jacob
So when I tell you these stories know they not made up
Keep on my chain when I f*ck her, bae ya we made love
It took eight months and a couple weeks just to save up
I told my mama go get it because she know I got it
Might buy the house I grew up in just to say I bought it

[Outro]
Trenchwerk