Momma Told Me Lyrics

My momma told me, my momma told me I'm the greatest son

You ain't gotta be the realest, just don't be the fakest

Rappers talkin' audemars, I don't need a watch to see these two faces

Insurance is a bitch, I'm fightin' two cases

Accident in January, could've died in February

And they got the nerve to say my God is imaginary

They make believe opps dying over, cloth and blocks

One red, one blue, now the body's purple when the family feud

Shawty might be pregnant, but the family grew

Family business, but we ain't wearin' suits

She tell me stay safe, but these Glocks ain't got no safety Mommy

So I'll probably shoot

Stop shootin' shots at bitches, cause they feelings bulletproof

Last nigga did a number on her, guess I'm number two

That's a shitty point of view

The city I reside in hardly get no news

So when the boy drop, channel 17 better be up on the spot

I ain't got nothin' against no cops

But while my brethren gettin' shot, it's all recorded

Don't wanna hear shit about no law and order

On the way to Benson, no Olivia, no law and order

I smoke that shit to get my mind distorted

Different color orchids, ignore my purpose

Got me movin' like a tortoise

Real recognize real, so you know we in a shortage

Shawty wear that sundress, she know she fuckin' gorgeous

What lies beneath the dress is more important

I ain't talkin' bout her body, talkin' bout her mind, soul, and spirit

MSS, come and get this payment cleared

Since I'm at the top, I'm livin' here, don't need no souvenir

Scary times, but why would I have fear

When I know my God gon' interfere

This is Justin's mind, you can enter here

You can enter here, but please don't rearrange shit

I got memories from shawty sayin' that I ain't shit

No matter how long a nigga ponder, that ain't changin' shit

They addicted to the fame and shit

Betrayin' friends be the lamest shit

Point blank range, so why you tryna aim your shit

Only jewelry that we knew went around your ankles, bitch

Better be at home by seven

Recorded this nine/11

The flyest nigga, but won't use a plane as a weapon

My father name is Michael, he a angel, I'm a Nephilim

Bitch that broke my heart, live five minutes away from Zebulon

That's neither here or there, but when she hear this, don't act deaf

How I treat her right and somehow shit still went left

It make no sense, which means it don't pertain to me

The scriptures Ryan sent been changing me

Even mother see a change in me

All the past mistakes, shawty blamin' me

I took it to the chin, cause ain't no taming' me

Angela the one who named me

Justin Tyler, follower of the Messiah

My heart is good, take a read like it's the Bible

This is real rap, no fake idols

Or self-proclaimed titles

Best rapper ever, said no one ever

Who really was, what he did or what he does

That's up to God, I prayed to God

To pass the knowledge, he threw a lob

Thank you, Father

Appreciate that more than you know

Real rap, no facades

Real life