The Author Lyrics - Rich Homie Quan

[Intro] 

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 

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 fuck 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 

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[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) 

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 

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[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 

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 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 [?] 

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 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 

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 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