Justonho:
Reintroduced to the world
No longer in a 'fro so curled
Or smoking blunts not pearled:
Stonho came a long way

Paper looking like a book
My producer still Ke

1 half a GAVA boy, but still live like EA

Recognize we not the same
I play a different type of game
One where all my [people] win
Clean money no shame

Million dollars worth of game:
Better watch out who you follow
Million dollars worth of game
Shout out to Gil, shout out to Wallo

Remember sitting Monte Carlo '83 - all white
Never owned a pair of J’s but all my J’s took flight
Know more than a couple Trey’s, quested out a couple plays
I ain't ever hug the block but I dodged a couple strays
Super known for my socks - imagine how my pockets grew
‘cross the street from Duncan blocc, the safety is, we all in blue


High school, I'm speaking truth
Central was my youth
Super chill like Clark Kent until I stepped into the booth

On a different type of crypto, I'm just tryna see the moon
Chi-raq with them pitch forks, we ain't have a silver spoon

Momma got me out the hood and moved me to 143rd
Post-traumatic from my past, still can't believe what all occurred
That’s why I gotta tuck this glizzy even though I'm still a nerd
Believe none of what you hear and only half what you observe
Still a Williams, so you know I gotta ace ‘em on the serve

Conscious:
Backstreets be watching
Look out they cockin'

Gotta pull it back
Tuck that little rock in (x2)

Backstreets be watching
Look out they cockin'
Gotta pull it back
Tuck that little rock in (x2)


Ain't shit changed, con the deranged
Life ain't claimed, so I'm stuck takin names

Bendin' back acts till they break with a snap
Quarterback barely acts when his men fall flat

Short tempers with the longest of escapes
Two faced, syllables lack a final place

Last Place unknown, still at home
Lights off, watch the drunk roam

Still drinking, still mutha fucking thinking
Bent out of my mind, left eye still winking

Ain't shit to it, still fucking fluent
Had a final chance and you god damn blew it

Worse off, with vocals so soft
Can't hear the heat felt scream when I fall off

One 40, yeah I'm here to get a double
Making fucking trouble while I pop ya little bubble
Others bedwetters, second verse is better
Fuck a trendsetter, we wearing weathered pleather

Forest lacking braces, finding better placement
Deck may be short but I got 5 aces

Shoot for the stars, paintin' crooked cars
Been this far just to set a higher bar

How I fucking flip it, roll back and script it
Ain't shit easy, this last fit was lifted

Chewing nails till the shit gets well
Until then, the cuticle swells