[Verse 1]

Hey Slim, how you been?

Since the last we talked I see you made some new friends

Where shall we begin, lets talk The Roots

And the side group you did with Black Thought

You mean the Money Making Jam Boyz?

Oh yea we made some damn noise with that one right there

If you ain't heard it download it and put one in the air

They say the verdict is we murdered the drum, bass, and the snare

But yea my homie Riggs slid my stuff to Rich, rest in peace to Rich

Who gave Tariq the disk, then I would get this call around 6 o’clock

It was a Sunday, cause I was loading trash on the dock

Working stock at Macys

I'm thinking this is crazy

Called my lady told her baby, ima be late

Look at my boss and told him that I quit, starting today

Straight to the studio I went that night

To write with Riq, truck, and dice

You know my 16s nice

You know my 16s heist

I rhymed after Black Thought I wrote my 16 twice

Oh what a night joined the group tatted on my next as proof

Got two records on the how I got over thank to The Roots

But that didn't stop my troops, my crew was working Goldrush

Hold up

Thats the project you dropped after Illustrious

Yup, because this thing called rhyming seems no different than gold mining

Blood, sweat, money, and timing that you put into this

Run the risk of going broke or striking it rich

I feel like Todd Hoffman off in this bitch

I felt like Gods talking often and shit

But any who, we sampled Gotye and that blew away everybody

He hit us up on Twitter, man that blew away everybody

In my crew

The next week or two my mind slips me

We sampled up the record night call, what up Kavinsky

That’s when Riggs got the call they flying y'all out to Berlin

To meet Universal, they heard what y'all getting spin

Did the deal out there, swear at the same time I got this call from the group Crookers

They out of Milan

Far beyond my wildest dreams that they would know who we are

I never thought that hiphop would take us this far

But here we are, 50,000 fans screaming in the stands

My first European tour but things don't go as I planned

I'm back in Philly cutting records with my mellow my man

Khari Mateen with the team we smoking forest green

Back when Mark Vincent went by Schoolie V, nah I mean

He say his homie RJ, got this track he want us to hop on

Remember I'm from the south so this ain't nothing to harp on

I ain't know who RJ was, but everybody in my click does

And it was a hard ass beat

That night me and Khari recorded Hate to See You Leave

Lost the deal overseas, I got back on my 1, 2

Still never met RJ, but that day would come to

At a show in Philly we the opening act for Thundercat

Bear one was on wop waps and I was there to run raps

We did that, hopped off the stage straight to the bar

I’m not a star some body lied I got chopper in the car

I’m joking, we took a Uber or Lyft, I can't remember

It was packed as hell that night, bear one was on my right

And to left stepped a fella, in a hella smooth fedora

To correlate with the outfit

And out spits a good job up there, fuck yeah my names RJ

I’m like Rj? RJD2? It's great to finally meet you

We bust it up for minute saw Thundercat fore he finished

He said i'll send you some beats and you just handle your business