Young Dictionary - The Real Me lyrics

Verse Its a problem when you momma broke n***as 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 f**ing 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 f** Because i was searching for a plate When a n***a belly ache Momma had to pay the bills and she prayed for section 8 n***as handing out suggestion like who the hell ask you Because i'm stressing over little sh** and my damn rent pa** due When christmas came i ain't hope for sh** Because we was broke a sh** Only had hope to fix and i cried when i wrote this sh** Cus all my n***as 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 b**hes freaks f**ing n***as for free f** a n***a fisique All i had to do was speak Because she was giving up the a** Word going around cla**, all i had to do was ask So you know i couldn't pa** 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 b**hes cus they can't handle the truth Well i must be a b**h cus i can't handle it true Run away from the problems that what a scrambler do Turn on your a** 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 n***as no good n***as i hanged around The devil on my shoulder please lord dont fell me now You ask me am i pissed off What type of sh** is that Hell yeah i'm feeling stress I'm feeling that n***a west Tryna figure how to get my book of unheard words on the internet I wish i could wrap a f**ing cord around a n***a neck And hope his a** don't catch his breath And hope his a** choke to d**h 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 f** around and do it anyways you never know Just kidding!!! Althought i know i'll sh** on all these n***as claiming the spitting I'm sh**ting, 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