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The Author (Explicit) - Rich Homie Quan
Producer：Nard and B
The average person like Nard and 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
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 Rollie wanted a Jacob
So when I tell you this story know they not made up
Keep on my chain when I her bae yeah we made love
It took eight months and 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' 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
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 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 than 'em that right too
It's copywritten 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 no 'bout no Rollie wanted a Jacob
So when I tell you these stories know they not made up
Keep on my chain when I 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
At the strip club we at
Fifty thousand on my bracelet
Eight months I was savin'
I swear we
Tryna out ball my paper yeah
Real life story not made up nah
In high school by Stephenson out
By Decatur them
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 bent my act
I remember mama house recording no engineer
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 try to put away my pride no middle
Face all my fears
We need a plate don't try to starve us
Can't make this up when you 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 no 'bout no Rollie wanted a Jacob
So when I tell you these stories know they not made up
Keep on my chain when I 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
