Hyperbolic Time Chamber Prod. Josh Petruccio
*direct sample from "Wolf of Wall Street*
Justonho:
Okay now where do we begin?
I'm turning up like I'm a fuckin' Super Saiyan
This is Givenchy and SS3, my mortal friend
It’s so hard to see my drip, you need a 3rd eye like Tien

I'm in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber and I'm counting ¥en
When my celly went to blicky; got a call from my friend
She told me that she miss me and wanna see me again
I told her maybe later, gotta see my man Shen
And I ain't talking bout no, m-fucking mansion
I’m talkin bout a 29 foot dragon
But, shawty on my line got a fuckin' wagon
Everything is tucked nice, it ain't no tiddies saggin’

And ‘stonho known to boost but I'm not for the braggin'
But when shawty fuck me it’s like we go Kaio-ken
Her, me, Bulma, Chi-Chi, altogether that's a win
The dragon radars beepin' gotta pass it to my mans (listen)

‘stonho makin’ moves sorta like I'm playin’ chess
And I swear all this new fame is startin’ to raise up all my stress
I'm stuffing cones up on the phone
My ex chicks won't leave me ‘lone
I'm in Atlanta getting dome before I made a play in Rome

Made a stop up in the Mac, check on the packs; check on my bro
Let him know I’m doing good then throw the roses on the flo’
Times have really have changed since I moved up out the ‘Go
I used to have it all planned but honesty, I just don't know

But God? He did it
No cap, no fitted
You strapped? I'm widdit
Got the sack, Lawrence Taylor
Or that big nigga from Baylor
We got big trigga's and gators
And a lot of fuckin’ haters
‘stonho still curse like a sailor
Only now my suits are tailored
And I'm cashin’ all my favors
I come in 29 flavors
She said I'm sweet, I like to savor

All the moments like THESE when I get em on the KNEES I tell 'em thank you they say PLEASE stay
But I gotta LEAVE, (k)
Know I gotta get that bag, Ricky Bobby never last
Got 220 on the dash and I ain't ever ever crash

Just ask U-S double A
‘stonho runnin’ RVA
7 days, no Chik-fil-a
365, ima prosper, ima strive
I'm A SAP for the drive

For the m-fuckin' paper
I'm just tryna build a villa up on 24 acres
That’s a million square feet that ima share with my gang
Know it’s ‘stonho Up Next, all them other projects lame
Chop chop chop choppin’ ain't the same, yeah