Questlove

Uh

Twenty thousand dollars by the hour, getting trouble solved

Mace, stick it to me, get it popping like some bubble gum

Call the other two and let 'em know we got another one

Yeah

When they called me, I didn't answer

I can't blame AT&T

Paid for it in blood, that came with the taxes and fees

When I say I'm traveling, I don't just gather my feet

Forgiveness, I couldn't ask, yet it was given to me

A hundred percent of myself a sinner and still He would care

Sit on those silhouettes in stilettos and spending my share

Should've been severed so I guess sessions, I'm spending in prayer

The devil been ready so I came prepared

Favor on me and it's not even fair

I'm a privileged Black

TV dad, a rap, all trades, I'm jumping jacks

Rappers getting worse every year but ain't catching flack

Long as it sounds good for real, who cares about facts?

Huh

Dressing better than a mannequin

Bless me with a boy, then I guarantee to raise a man

Serving with his hands, Black skin, never need a tan

Joshua 24:15, that's God's plan

Uh

Wifey finna get a doctorate

Forever foundation, that's something that I can't make up

She the best gift I ever got and I can promise it

Whole box of chocolate, that's a reason to make love

Love

Yeah

Uh

Ten thousand hours in, they must be up to something

Lil' mama lip gloss popping like some bubble gum

Call up Questlove, let him know we got another one

Uh

Now give the drummer some

Give the drummer some

In this thing, having fun

Living by the sword, man

If I ever have to grab a gun

They put me in underdog, then I mess around and won

The H-town fella represent the camp, that's B quarters

Me and my music dropping joints and meet quotas

Ain't got no ego 'cause all the homies got even shoulders

They throwing stones, we turning over boulders

The win share over score, we find that more importance

Air porting, world touring and foreign courses

Ocean glares at county fairs, that's godly courtship

Craig and Smokey, my twiny-twin twin

Uh

From the school of the making of better men

The kings, we let 'em in

It's cool, we made to win

We rule like Jah

No breaking rules, we let 'em bend

A band, no bandits

We spend it but rather give it

Got no interest in missing my blessing, not finna risk it

Life slowing down, my walk is looking brisk

Spilling tea just to say no cat, you got it twisted

My cup overfilling

Oh, you feel it

Huh?

Three hundred thousand hours in the book, I need another hundred

Now the beat is stuck inside your head, tonight you finna hum it

Call up Phonte and let him know, "I need that

Verse or something." Do you know what I'm saying?

I said three hundred thousand hours

In the book, I need another hundred

Now the beat is stuck inside your head, tonight you finna hum it

Text Phonte and let him know, "I need that

Verse or something." Know what I'm saying?

Until then, just give the drummer some

Two Milli in the building, give the drummer some

HJ, Hunter May, give the drummer some

May

Willie P, J-Henny, Tofiki, give it to 'em

Five Four in the building, give the drummer some

My boy, Alex in the building, give the drummer some

Yanni B in the building, give the drummer some

Kitty Shane, No Bad, give the drummer some

Chicken George, Chuck Wright, give the drummer some

Ayo Cam, Kado Jay, give the drummer some

Cool out Chris, give the drummer some

My homie is what it is, give the drummer some

Hey two, I need another one

Hey

Hey two, I need another one

Uh

Hey two, give me another one

Hey two

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