Justo Hill - STL'Z Finest

Yea they call me Justo if you niggas don't know
Bout to show these niggas how to do an outro

Rookie season but no amateur boy stop
I've been pro tested like a damn boycott
I ain't going nowhere just stop trying
6'2 man but got the heart of a lion
I came out swinging now these rappers scared to get close
Every time I write I kills niggas like a death note
A slight prodigy of young light yagami
To all the ones that ride with me come follow on a odyssey
Y'all can feel my vision you don't need ya eyes to see
I keep it thoro even when I ain't mobbing deep
I just need for my pockets to get bigger
I'm tryna get that money like Polo or hilfiger
Y'all look up at the Forbes like damn at Hill figures
It all started back when lil J. Hill figured
That you can sell a rhyme for 9.99
N make enough money to keep yo homies outta crime
And set em up for they grandkids lifetime
Now who you know with a mindset like mine
I do the damn need a champion ring
N If you want beef
I raise stakes like Van Helsing
Cuz niggas out for blood like vampires
They tryna call me out like some fucking umpires
Well here's something to know
I kick it like Judo
I'm something like 2-4
I flipped my money 2-fold
They say why you wanna be the one
I tellem with my talent why I should I ever ever wanna be 2 for
Spanish hoes call a young nigga papi chulo
Cuz yo tengo el jugo y tu no
I'm up working at 4am per usual
No more holding back I gave myself the cue to go
Word to Khaled yea homie we the best
When I spit they be fucking quiet like sneaky sex

When I say hear I go better plan a funeral
J. Hill

Snap back like fuck that hollup
I see them talking bout the future N I never get picked like a low cut
They try to tell me they ain't have a space for back packers
Until I came through ripping like a natural disaster
These rappers be talking but ain't saying nothing real
But this that envogue you know something you can feel
The newest nigga doing it my name is J. Hill
And you can't spell my name without saying J. Ill
Man so many people say they sick it gets confusing
I ain't gotta say it cuz when I spit you see the mucus
Word to Cole homie I'm just waiting to be king
N show you ain't gotta switch teams just to get a ring
Some say that its a long shot I need to stay humble
If it's a long shot, I'm steph curry in the tunnel
N everything I say I lived don't do no gimmicks
Ain't with a label like single moms I'm independent
I'm blind to the doubt cuz even Stevie see my vision
I've been down for too long man I'm tryna my change my living
Man so fuck whatever competition
Man who y'all kidding
Y'all can never match my drive
Y'all can't even pass emissions
Stay in yo lane n don't never ever change
So many crazy bars bolt through my brain
They ask if Usain
You get it
If not then forget it
Just know with bars like that dawg I'm finna break my pivot
This the type of shit to make aethiest religious
Niggas ask me why I get so cocky when I'm spitting
Cuz ain't no more fun and games I really do this dude
So don't get me twisted with these squares like a Rubik's cube
I got so much in store y'all just don't have a clue
Just don't loiter come inside n listen to these tunes
Flow tighter than a virgin with her Hyman
This is Rookie Season n I'm St. Louis Finest

Written by:
Justin Hill

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