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, 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 fuck 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 shit was stressful at first it was I was in these niggas 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 shit in real life nigga, no make believe no, no I was broke as hell growin' up, now fifty what I make week yeah, yeah Rich in spirit that the way to be rich homie baby These niggas cotton and I'm harder than 'em that right too It's copywritten 'cause I wrote it, I'm the author nigga 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 fuck 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 fuckin' hoes by Stephenson out by Decatur fuck 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 Niggas tried to count me down 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 fuck 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 Trenchwerk