My New Single, "Dreaming" Check It Out &nd Follow Me @NTF_YoungMAC

1st - VERSE 

1. Capture each moment, picture my lifestyle. 
2. Written in dirt, covered by the clouds. 
3. See I'm really from the mud, rain pour down. 
4. Where the fake out shine the real, this is naptown. 
5. But i won't back down, nor fade in the back ground. 
6. Aim for the front ceiling, you can check my back ground. 
7. You don't won't beef, you want vegetables Shack-town. 
8. I don't mean dial the liquor, when i say I'm calling shots now. 
9. Uh, mirror me not focus my vision. 
10. To many niggas on my team, with no ambition. 
11. A lot of drama queens who can't cook, leave the kitchen. 
12. Either add in, or subtract live it. 
13. Attack niggas, when back visit the wall. 
14. Act different, when hair fall and you go bald. 
15. It's crazy how we kill for a mill ticket. 
16. To many colors, i view in highlight to see the picture.

HOOK - 

They say they all want this life style. 
But they don't wanna take the right route. 
Confused with these jewels, niggas iced out. 
But you just sleeping when it's lights out, I'm dreaming.

2nd - VERSE 

1. Could you fill in the mission while walking in my shoes. 
2. Logo with some denim, venom to flame the fuel. 
3. Change rules when aim tools, caused confused. 
4. Still you pick a side, reside in that choice you choose. 
5. Barried in your X-File, Sci-Fi connect trials. 
6. Damn these martians, i spaced out. 
7. E.T. phone home with, his face down. 
8. Grade cause the way he paved, consume crowds. 
9. Look you can't tell me what it is and what it ain't. 
10. If you ain't danced with the devil or been seen as a saint. 
11. Drowning cause the anchor tied to your ankle watch him sink. 
12. Only cause he could survive in a shark tank. 
13. So what make you think i'm gone fall easily? 
14. Chew through the chains, til my teeth frees me. 
15. Or bleeds me to death, ignoring i need a breath. 
16. Cause I'm caught in the moment, trying to create the next cause.

HOOK - 

They say they all want this life style. 
But they don't wanna take the right route. 
Confused with these jewels, niggas iced out. 
But you just sleeping when it's lights out, I'm dreaming.

They say they all want this life style. 
But they don't wanna take the right route. 
Confused with these jewels, niggas iced out. 
But you just sleeping when it's lights out, I'm dreaming.

Dreaming {Prod. Bangers By One}

Chorus:


I want the money without the fame. 
I want the money without the game. 
I want the money without the women, conversation and all of the petty change. 

I want the money without the lies.  
But I want the air plane with the pretty sky’s. 
I need one woman to hold me down, all you ratchets y’all can move aside. 

I want the money without the fame. 
I want the money without the fame. 
I want the money without the women, conversation and all of the petty change. 

I want the money without the fame. 
I want the money without the fame. 
I want the money without the women, conversation and all of the petty change.


First Verse: 


I done been through it all nigga, from evictions to repos. 
I ain’t catching Z’s when you called nigga, I don’t know what’s a sleep-mode. 
I been in the game for so long, I should start selling cheat codes. 
Keep sleeping on me, cause I’m from the nap. And six feet where your bed goes. 
You small time, I got big goals. 
Fat boi play a big role. 
Ain’t nothing sweet, try me. Like a cancer stick, cig blow. 
Bad women, good intentions. Short heights, tall extensions. 
Pussy wet I might fall in it, don’t trust easy, ain’t all in it. 
Money be calling me, calling me, calling me. I pick up the phone. 
If it’s that shorty who follow me, calling me, thinking I’m balling. Ignoring my phone. 
Back in the trap, running it in for a sack. Tryna get back to the racks. 
But you all cap, telling nothing but them lies, steady screaming all facts. 
Me and my niggas is strapped, moving that pack, nigga you know where we at. 
Play with me pussy, I never been cat. 
Far from a rookie, you know I’m a vet. 
Huddle up, double up. YoungMac putting them Nap on the map. 
Wrist cold, neck froze. So is my heart, ain’t no coming from that. 


Chorus:


I want the money without the fame. 
I want the money without the game. 
I want the money without the women, conversation and all of the petty change. 

I want the money without the lies.  
But I want the air plane with the pretty sky’s. 
I need one woman to hold me down, all you ratchets y’all can move aside. 

I want the money without the fame. 
I want the money without the fame. 
I want the money without the women, conversation and all of the petty change. 

I want the money without the fame. 
I want the money without the fame. 
I want the money without the women, conversation and all of the petty change.


Second Verse:


Sun kissed is my diamonds, gold on me no mining. 
Big bank, no chime’n. True religion, no Amish. 
What’s two cents? keep your comments. 
Big facts, honest. 
Rock body, onyx. 
Throw it up, vomit. 
That’s NTF, til the death of me. 
Cook raw, family recipe. 
Die hard for the right charge, that’s a high price no half fee. 
Blood bottoms, cold red. Ice fountain that Mountain Dew. 
Shark tales, fish fry. Backstroke in that swimming pool. 
Dirty mattress, we flip sides. 
No caption, we going live. 
Shorty ain’t in my vision, all I see is them dollar signs. 
Hustle man selling pigeons, yeah I got it from the bottom rock. 
Steady climbing to the top. 
never quit, what’s a stopwatch. 
I don’t know them in my city, but my city know I got it on lock. 
jehovah witness in your yard, talk is cheap. Get your door knocked. 
Business man, no shirt and jeans. Pressed down with a bow tie. 
Clean cut, waves in. I was born to go against the tides. 


Chorus:


I want the money without the fame. 
I want the money without the game. 
I want the money without the women, conversation and all of the petty change. 

I want the money without the lies.  
But I want the air plane with the pretty sky’s. 
I need one woman to hold me down, all you ratchets y’all can move aside. 

I want the money without the fame. 
I want the money without the fame. 
I want the money without the women, conversation and all of the petty change. 

I want the money without the fame. 
I want the money without the fame. 
I want the money without the women, conversation and all of the petty change.

Money Without The Fame Prod. By Ace Bankz

Image being 8 years old, outside in the front yard watching your oldest sister freestyle rapping with a few of her high school buddies having the 1st musical declaration impact on your life. That was the exact moment Young Mac knew deep down in his soul that he could do that, wanted to do that and do it at a level were all would admit that he’s definitely destined to do music.
In the time since then, Young Mac, has released his latest single, getting ever increasing support, called, “Groupie Love”. The track has shown so much of his diversity as an artist that it’s getting air time from Indianapolis, IN, to radio stations in Central America. Every single Young Mac has released has done well on the scene; With views and likes over 24,500 via Soundcloud, 5200 through Reverbnation, 5,000 at Hulkshare, and 18,500 on Spinrilla. By the looks of things, and the mindset of, “For We Deserve to Shine”, nothing can stop him from achieving his eventual goal of being an internationally known and relevant artist. 
Young Mac said, “My music not only expresses my life’s situations back then and now, but also relates to my listeners and their everyday lifestyles. I wanted to be more than just a catchy hook over a dope beat. So I developed an intellectual yet likable longevity style of flow. I refused To Be another watered down, no deep or meaningful concepts type of Rapper. The Money Diamond, "For We Deserve To Shine", which is my label's motto & logo, basically sums up what I stand on”. 

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Dreaming {Prod. Bangers By One}

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