Rich Homie Quan — The Author

[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 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 a 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 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 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 [Outro] Trenchwerk