(Intro)
The average person like
Nard & B gon
Think this sh** I'm talkin' bout made up
Or make believe or some sh**,
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 f*ck 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
(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 sh** was stressful (at first it was)
I was in these n*gg*s 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 sh** in real life n*gg* 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 n*gg*s cotton and I'm harder than 'em (that right too)
It's copywritten cause I wrote it I'm the author n*gg*
(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 f*ck 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 f*ckin' h**s by Stephenson out by Decatur (f*ck them h**s)
Smokin' by the cafeteria back near the gyms
Smokin' mid throwin' out the seeds and spittin' out the stems (spittin' out the stems)
n*gg*s 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 f*ck 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