If the world ends tomorrow, damn. I would be mad as s**t for 2 reasons. First, I’m not with my family. That would suck.
What would also be wack is if I never got to drop this song.
Summer of 08?. Mark Pitts meeting had happened a month ago. He said he fucks with me, but he not talking about signing me. Ok. F**k that. I’ma make my new s**t so stupid that the next time he meet with me he gonna HAVE to sign me. Same summer I made Grown Simba and started The Warm Up with a “f**k it” mentality. A few special songs I made that summer haven’t dropped yet. This is one of them.
Some of the most fun I ever had making a record. Alone in my room, making the beat, writing the raps, Jammin to this.
Here we are, Years Later, and right on time. Enjoy
Oh yea. Shout to the spanish n***a that came through and played the percussions. To the cool a*s horn player that laced me, I forgot his name. This was my first Quincy Jones moment. Shout to Lil Cole. Shout to Aristotle. Shout to YOU.