Real Talk Music

Yeah D. Jones Yeah Uh huh Real talk music Yeah Church music Yeah Now if you can't respect this Cuz this is church music That Holy Ghost filled Shut up in your bones music This is real talk music This is real talk music You can't respect this Cuz this is church music That Holy Ghost filled Shut up in your bones music This is real talk music This is real talk music They say they never really miss you til you dead or you gone So, on that note I think I'll just move along So, you ain't gotta feel this way about me for long At least let me tell you why I'm this way hold on I was conceived in Philly by my moms Courtney Jones Pops wasn't ready for a kid, so she left him alone She moved on to Albany to start and build a great home It was just the three of us that's why I hate being alone In school couldn't read or write but I'm still holding on Watching my back from bullies' man I gotta stay strong Walking through school watching people making money so long I knew right from wrong, but I always chose wrong Even though I went to church and knew every song I wished that I could grow up and just survive on my own All the feelings and the hurt I just kept on my dome I felt the heat that I kept an inside of every bone Hold on Now if you can't respect this Cuz this is church music That Holy Ghost filled Shut up in your bones music This is real talk music This is real talk music You can't respect this Cuz this is church music That Holy Ghost filled Shut up in your bones music This is real talk music This is real talk music When I turned 16 I said forget my pop I always wanted to be the man that my pops was not I never stood out on the corner the block was hot But I wanted to make my money into a fat knot And now I'm in 11th grade started smoking that haze It calmed on my nerves and put my mind in a daze Waiting for when I'll be on my own counting them days My mom seeing me as a man and she was amazed But what she didn't know was all the hurt and pain inside I sold weed in college so that I could get by Some nights I hold my pillow snuggled up and just cry Many days I sit and wonder why can't I just die I never see my dad and til this day I'm glad So poor that I sold drugs out of a plastic bag Had many girls that I loved and I messed them up bad And still there's one girl that I wish I had Goodbye Now if you can't respect this Cuz this is church music That Holy Ghost filled Shut up in your bones music This is real talk music This is real talk music You can't respect this Cuz this is church music That Holy Ghost filled Shut up in your bones music This is real talk music This is real talk music Check Once I make it it's goodbye to all of that stuff I'm not trynna be another black man in cuffs Put down the weed and the drinks enough of that stuff I'm bout to show all you haters how ALB do it rough You'll probably see me on TV rapping and acting But most of all I want the whole world to see me praising With the best girl in the world on my arm romancing White pinstripe suit (Yes) Looking so handsome (Yep) I wanna buy my mom the big house of her dreams And buy my bro a red drop so low that it leans Putting the Lord first now I'm a part of that team I want to release all my fantasies and mostly my dreams I want to release all the stress that sits on my brain And in case you didn't know I'm just trying to stay sane I'm so special to my mom can't you see This is the life I chose or rather the life that chose me