Dreamville, eat your heart out. This song is like ten years in the making. I first saw @thetowngq at a Jamla showcase in North Carolina in 2012. One of the dopest shows I’ve ever been to (which became one of the sketchiest nights I’ve ever had, but that’s a different story), and he quickly became one of my favorite artists. Fast forward to SXSW in 2018, trekking through Austin around midnight with the #sidechat collective, and I see a white piece of paper on a hole in the wall club that just read “GQ”. I convince the boys to check it out. Lo & behold, 9th Wonder is DJing to a packed house the size of my living room. Life is full of these serendripitous moments, lately I’ve been trying to pay more attention to the tap. Fast forward to last year, weekend of my birthday. I’d been going through a breakup and had actually reached out to the homies’ wives to ask if I could borrow their mans for a weekend. To help me heal (to drink with me). God bless their hearts, they were happy to get rid of em for 36 hours, so a good part of the team was able to come out and celebrate. But it was Kyle Devine who made the trip a day early. We recorded three songs over the course of around 8 hours, two of which we had planned. That’s a No, however, came from the dirt. We’ve all tried to squeeze love from a rock, but I watched my guy extract blood from the same Bond Street concrete we’d just walked a half hour prior. Kyle made the beat around 2:30am. I somehow freestyled the hook you hear now & about a year later we got GQ to feature. There’s a million reasons this one shouldn’t have happened. Maybe I’ll actually drop a verse on it someday. Pretty sure this joint doesn’t actually have explicit lyrics, but you gotta admit the sticker fits like a dream.