Momma Told Me Video (MV)

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 f*ckin' 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