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 dog

(Trenchwerk)

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!

At ten ain't know ‘bout no Rolex

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

We just extra flexin' (Yah)

Hunnid racks on a necklace (Oh)

First time I got booked in Houston

Sold out show in Texas (Sold out show in)

I couldn't make no money off

At first this shit was stressful (At first it was)

I was in these **** face with my CD

Just like a freckle (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 ****

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 **** cotton

And I'm harder "denim" (That right too)

It's copy written 'cause I wrote it

I'm the author ****

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!

At ten ain't know ‘bout no Rolex

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

At the strip club we at Desha

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)

**** tried to count me down

So I had to bend the rim

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!)

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!

At ten ain't know ‘bout no Rolex

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

(Trenchwerk)