The Author 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
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