The Real Me
By Young Dictionary (2018)
On album New Wave & Trap Chill (2018)
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Verse
Its a problem when you momma broke
Niggas ask me where my father at like i would know
I'm just tryna press my luck and find a pot a gold
Because my pockets only hold a fucking dollar so
My dreams won't coming true
These fiends i was running too
And i don't believe and nothing true
Because we living in a false world
I'm just a lost squirell
Down to get a nutt
Got a mind like every younging listen i dont give a fuck
Because i was searching for a plate
When a nigga belly ache
Momma had to pay the bills and she prayed for section 8
Niggas handing out suggestion like who the hell ask you
Because i'm stressing over little shit and my damn rent pass due
When christmas came i ain't hope for shit
Because we was broke a shit
Only had hope to fix and i cried when i wrote this shit
Cus all my niggas was getting fresh
Why i was stuck sitting stress
Thinking how to get laid
Hot to walk up to a girl and spit game without getting played
When knowing most of these bitches freaks
Fucking niggas for free
Fuck a nigga fisique
All i had to do was speak
Because she was giving up the ass
Word going around class, all i had to do was ask
So you know i couldn't pass
Okay so i approach her just to get rejected
I feel so disrespected but it ain't like i ain't expect this
Ok i get the message
Lie to the bitches cus they can't handle the truth
Well i must be a bitch cus i can't handle it true
Run away from the problems that what a scrambler do
Turn on your ass its what your family do
Guess its anything for a dollar
Still feel pain just came from a doctor
Money on my mind money is all i think about is
So when its time to grind best believe im out here
The hood, one day i've made it out
The only thing my mother preached and prayed about
But hood niggas no good niggas i hanged around
The devil on my shoulder please lord dont fell me now
You ask me am i pissed off
What type of shit is that
Hell yeah i'm feeling stress
I'm feeling that nigga west
Tryna figure how to get my book of unheard words on the internet
I wish i could wrap a fucking cord around a nigga neck
And hope his ass don't catch his breath
And hope his ass choke to death
18 been writing since 9
Thinking will i get sign
Or am i just waisting my time
I need some money, momma credit bounce
So it ain't no questions bout if she could afford a house
And i'm thinking don't i deserve to make to make it
Most of these rappers are actors but be the first to make it
We couldn't afford the beef so settle for turkey bacon
Is it really worth the waiting,is it worth to make it
Because i ain't down to sell my soul
But might fuck around and do it anyways you never know
Just kidding!!!
Althought i know i'll shit on all these niggas claiming the spitting
I'm shitting, yall pissing but shooting, aiming and missing
No attention to hit the target
Apart from a real artist whose yet to made it in the game
Young Diction my name
Its a problem when you momma broke
Niggas ask me where my father at like i would know
I'm just tryna press my luck and find a pot a gold
Because my pockets only hold a fucking dollar so
My dreams won't coming true
These fiends i was running too
And i don't believe and nothing true
Because we living in a false world
I'm just a lost squirell
Down to get a nutt
Got a mind like every younging listen i dont give a fuck
Because i was searching for a plate
When a nigga belly ache
Momma had to pay the bills and she prayed for section 8
Niggas handing out suggestion like who the hell ask you
Because i'm stressing over little shit and my damn rent pass due
When christmas came i ain't hope for shit
Because we was broke a shit
Only had hope to fix and i cried when i wrote this shit
Cus all my niggas was getting fresh
Why i was stuck sitting stress
Thinking how to get laid
Hot to walk up to a girl and spit game without getting played
When knowing most of these bitches freaks
Fucking niggas for free
Fuck a nigga fisique
All i had to do was speak
Because she was giving up the ass
Word going around class, all i had to do was ask
So you know i couldn't pass
Okay so i approach her just to get rejected
I feel so disrespected but it ain't like i ain't expect this
Ok i get the message
Lie to the bitches cus they can't handle the truth
Well i must be a bitch cus i can't handle it true
Run away from the problems that what a scrambler do
Turn on your ass its what your family do
Guess its anything for a dollar
Still feel pain just came from a doctor
Money on my mind money is all i think about is
So when its time to grind best believe im out here
The hood, one day i've made it out
The only thing my mother preached and prayed about
But hood niggas no good niggas i hanged around
The devil on my shoulder please lord dont fell me now
You ask me am i pissed off
What type of shit is that
Hell yeah i'm feeling stress
I'm feeling that nigga west
Tryna figure how to get my book of unheard words on the internet
I wish i could wrap a fucking cord around a nigga neck
And hope his ass don't catch his breath
And hope his ass choke to death
18 been writing since 9
Thinking will i get sign
Or am i just waisting my time
I need some money, momma credit bounce
So it ain't no questions bout if she could afford a house
And i'm thinking don't i deserve to make to make it
Most of these rappers are actors but be the first to make it
We couldn't afford the beef so settle for turkey bacon
Is it really worth the waiting,is it worth to make it
Because i ain't down to sell my soul
But might fuck around and do it anyways you never know
Just kidding!!!
Althought i know i'll shit on all these niggas claiming the spitting
I'm shitting, yall pissing but shooting, aiming and missing
No attention to hit the target
Apart from a real artist whose yet to made it in the game
Young Diction my name
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