Schoolboy Q might very well be the low-key best feature killer to come out of TDE. Yes, of course, Kendrick has dropped some of the most iconic guest verses of the past decade, but Q is right up there with him.
Although he wrote his first rap verse when he was 16 years old, Q didn’t take music seriously until a few years later. He began working with TDE in 2006 and signed a deal with them in 2009, beginning a fruitful relationship with the label, as well as his label-mates, Kendrick, Jay Rock and Ab-Soul. Together the four MCs formed Black Hippy.
Q dropped his debut album, Setbacks , in 2011 but it was the follow-up, 2012’s Habits & Contradictions , that really put him on the rap map and led to a joint venture deal between TDE and Interscope Records. The Figg St rapper was officially a major player in the hip hop industry.
From that point on, he’s done nothing but drop great albums and body tracks with other rappers. We’re going to take a look at some of his best feature appearances and show you why Q was one of the best rappers of the 2010s .
From Isaiah Rashad’s “Shot You Down (Remix)” to his scene-stealing performance on Kendrick’s “The Spiteful Chant,” here are the top 15 Schoolboy Q guest verses of all time.
15. The Alchemist ft. Danny Brown & Schoolboy Q – “Flight Confirmation”
Released: June 11, 2012
Album: Russian Roulette
Producer: The Alchemist
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yeah, shimmy Q I guess it's time to kill this shit Real as this, game fears, put in work Determined I been the fierce, me getting it up is limitless Before I started eating pussy, I was hitting licks 211's on bitch niggas, whipping with antennas Didn't your momma tell your ass not to hang with them gang members? Didn't listen, head missing, flatlining, Grooveline Bad twins they too fine, dummy stay on my mind More shots of Patron, six is my gat drive Click-click, reload mine, green light, no stop signs Hey Danny, let's shoot these fucking Xannies And call that bitch from Kendrick's song, I bet it dub, we fuck on Tammy Asthma pumper, hand prints all over her bumper She love me long time, I'm forever that mothafucka
14. The Game ft. Jay Rock & Schoolboy Q – “Gang Bang Anyway”
Released: October 16, 2015
Album: The Documentary 2.5
Producer: Bongo
Um, yeah Palms sweatin' guess it's time for the murder My nigga my nerve, I swerve left you dead on the curb Tell his family get them black clothes Any witness gets a 9 cold, could do this with a blindfold I'm that player on the corner lookin' dry when it rains Pimp a dollar out a pussy, I ain't tryin' to change Far from average, I'm smokin' this cabbage Bottled teeth, joint Karats, say cheese, make the cops freeze Big cribs, for bars, livin' by the dreams You only gangsta through your bop screen My set the reason for the Crime scene, fill up the city with madness We the reason the hearses left your hood and holdin' up traffic Let the riddles do the scrappin', keep the gun in my fabric Better pistol than them badges, you get dealt with the maggots Heard drive-bys everyday, seen homies die early age Though we still gang bang anyway Uh, yeah, Figg side
13. SiR ft. Schoolboy Q – “Something Foreign”
Released: November 29, 2017
Album: November
Producer: Saxon
I pulled this out for you, my newest coupe Grip the horse, I'll take you 'round the loop Close your eyes, your heart available Land on earth, and cruise through Malibu Gave you time, now give your drawers the boot Rub the skins, I found that heaven's true Melt the sun and keep the moon alive Dry the winds, and moist behind the five Can't pretend the greatest sin alive Stroke, you come and go beyond the fake Take you down, the frown go up your face Arch your back and bend it back in place Fuck you good, I'll fuck you good, I know Snap your book to know where else to go Foreign place, a foreign whip to drive Failed at life, then failing you, now I'm
12. Macklemore & Ryan Lewis ft. Schoolboy Q & Hollis – “White Walls”
Released: October 8, 2013
Album: The Heist
Producer: Ryan Lewis
Yeah, uh Backwoods and dope White hoes in the backseat snortin' coke She doing line after line like she's writing rhymes I had her inhalin' my love, tryna blow her mind Cadillac pimpin', my uncle was on 14, I stole his keys, me and my niggas was gone Stealing portions of his liquor, water in his Patron Drivin', smilin' like I won the fucking lottery homes (Fuckin' lottery homes) Tires with the spokes on it, and the Vogues too Mustard and mayonnaise, keepin' the buns all on My dogs hangin' out the window Young as whoosh, fuckin' like we ball Tryna fuck 'em all Never park the whip, see what's poppin' at the mall Meet a bad bitch, slap her booty with my paw You can smoke the pussy, I was tearin' down the walls I'm motherfuckin' awe- -some, swear these sights tryna hypnotize Grip the leather steerin' wheel while I grip the thighs See the lust stuck up in her eyes Maybe she like the ride or did she like the smoke? Or does she want it low? 'Cause this shit a Coupe de Ville so you'll never know So we cruise for minutes, my nigga fuck the limit Got a window tinted, for sure a gangsta in it Slide 'til the gas is finished Q
11. Mac Miller ft. Schoolboy Q – “Gees”
Released: June 18, 2013
Album: Watching Movies with the Sound Off
Producer: Chuck Inglish
(Ugh, Black James Bond and a white Shaft) (Yeah) Turned my daughter to a queen, turned a dollar to a dream Flashy as high-beams, smoking on good weed Something from kush seeds, the only strand to smoke for us OGs I'm rich, car service, no car keys (Yeah!) First-class flight, 'bout to land to a new bitch (Yeah, yeah) She fuck me and swallowed every homie I came with (Aww, aww) MCM bag and, nigga, bet some weed in it Two-hundred dollars worth of Backwoods, we all livin' (Yeah, yeah) Brought the gangsters back the bucket hat, how real is that? (Ou) I'm getting money, rub my tummy, that's my baller sack (Ugh) Quarter million in a safe in case I get a case Faggot-ass judge hatin' on me 'cause my money straight (Yeah) Dropped ten racks in all fifty states (Bitch) Gon' name my next tour "Million-Man March" (Aww, yeah) Make a nun throw it back while I pull her scarf (Yeah) She gave me head, my nuts touched her cross, boss
10. Ab-Soul ft. Schoolboy Q – “SOPA”
Released: May 11, 2012
Album: Control System
Producer: Nez & Rio
Oh, that's your bitch? Well, bruh, she on me I made her lick my sack, then work the top, then fuck the homies Got the block hot, cause I set it off No I'm not Weezy, bitch, I'm wheezy from that chronic cough Yeah, I'm smoking dope, you can smell it in my beard Have no fear, saviour of the gangster rap is fucking here Word around town, SOPA tryna shut it down How that sound? I'm from the underground They gon' make me slang a pound Figg Row (Figg Row) Figg Row (Figg Row) Bitch, what you know about Figg Row? (Figg Row) This is original gangster, uh, uh, uh, yeah Smoke it, shoot it, sniff it, smell it, inhale it, sip it, whatever Just mix dope with your flavor uh, uh, uh, yeah In interviews they always asking me about a list Knowing damn well I'm looking like I'm slinging bricks Ever see an ex-student get a half a ticket Think I'm lying, just ask Jimmy That check was mine as soon as we signed
9. Joey Bada$$ ft. Schoolboy Q – “Rockabye Baby”
Released: March 31, 2017
Album: ALL-AMERIKKKAN BADA$$
Producer: Adam Pallin & Chuck Strangers
I'm part of the reason they still Crippin' out in Brooklyn Before I was an artist I would book 'em, mm Push ya shit back while on them front line, nigga, ya lunch time I'm by them stop sign, you love that wi-fi On mamas for them dirty dollars, brains on collars Park the car around the corner, I'll be there in a second The murder weapon on me, fuck if this bitch start flamin' The cops patrollin', get that punk ass American flag ceremony Aww, damn am I going too far? Give you some flavor to borrow Bitch yeah it came with the car It's off-white, leveled the hard You ball, might come with a charge Your kids don't know you no more Your girl's draws stay on the floor No phone call accepted in weeks Your son picked up on your beef, real shit From gettin' lynched in field into ownin' buildings Getting millions, influencin' white children And oddly we still ain't even Still a small percentage of blacks that's eating Same routines, the same dope fiends Them nightmare dreams, forever murder season Bad intentions to them picket fences They gave us guns but won't hire us, nigga? So we killin' senseless Homies murked on the bus benches Retaliation 'cause his mama cryin' Kept it gangsta 'til I modify 'em Rockabye, rockabye
8. Kendrick Lamar ft. Schoolboy Q – “Michael Jordan”
Released: September 14, 2010
Album: O(verly) D(edicated)
Producer: Sounwave
I remember tripping, walking through the set Like my Glock don’t think Grandma in the kitchen, neck bones in the sink I don’t know why your bitch want to fuck me And I don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see I’m from Hoover man, high as Superman, shit you Lois Lane You pussy man with the pussy game, shit, we off the chain We popping the fortune, not the fame, shit, you backwards, man You chasing hoes, we replacing those, bag and pass them hoes Your broad done chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong We fucked her homes, fucked and sent her home, marijuana strong You know I’m gon' turn my swagger on, am I swagged enough? My paper long, yep, you left alone, y-y-you gets no fucks Leaning off the Actavis, passing blunts round and round Told me Mary was a go so we passed her round and round Your bitch texted me, wants it now so I had to knock her down Hurt her bouncing off my balls, slinging dick up from the mouth You let it slide, I hit home-runs, clean her dugout till I’m done I can be her number two and you can be her number one Her pussy’ crazy, her pussy crazy You fuck niggas!
7. E-40 ft. Danny Brown & Schoolboy Q – “All My Niggaz”
Released: December 10, 2013
Album: The Block Brochure: Welcome To the Soil, Pt. 4, 5, & 6
Producer: DecadeZ
Pockets will advance, clear the room If the bitch ain't with the shit, then your boy don't approve, see Hennessy, Bacardi turns the party, aye Backwoods pre-rolled, club get foggy, see Niggas mean muggin', well leap then froggy Though I see why you mad, her ass applauding And that's your bitch, she flips like dolphins See, we gon' work out and bounce the bed springs, ugh No credit cards, just debit and large cash Got a real big bag, smell like a forest, see I used to sell weight 'til gastric bypass, ugh Pass with a Mac that smack your car glass Addicted to ballin', no Timbs, ate Wheaties And learned from Dude Dawg, he taught be greedy King East Bay, E-40, boss leany, ugh Money all there, ugh, your money Houdini Yeah, yeah, yeah
6. A$AP Rocky ft. Schoolboy Q – “Electric Body”
Released: May 26, 2015
Album: AT.LONG.LAST.A$AP
Producer: Danger Mouse, Teddy Walton, THC & Hector Delgado
Yeah, ever seen a crib like this? Diamonds in my ear like wrists Pull off at the light like, "Wuh" Lookin' like a mil' in that trunk Two-seater got me lookin' all clumped Hit a nigga wig on sight (Sight) Serve a nigga mom off white (White) I'ma get her so high, I'm Christ Nigga, ball so hard like Mike I could whip that bitch like Ike I can fuck your bitch off hype Pink ring, got bling all bright How a hot nigga rock this ice? 14, almost got that strike 14, almost did that time 14, had a .905 Clip small, but the shit shoot fine Shoot a spine, make a nigga recline Start sparkin', a nigga go blind G Rides, hoppin' out of Nissans Do I got them hoes chirpin'? Yeah, uhh Do I put the work in? Yeah Do I got them hoes out workin'? Yeah Do I make 'em put the work in the Birkin? Yeah
5. Isaiah Rashad ft. Jay Rock & Schoolboy Q – “Shot You Down (Remix)”
Released: January 28, 2014
Album: Cilvia Demo
Producer: The Antydote & Chris Calor
Not a dollar on me, this home invasion a payday Two-time felon, they jerkin' me on my pay rate Slavin' all these hours but couldn't shake that my rent late Makin' eight a hour, I'm leanin' towards my AK Moms thinks I'm vicious, don't want me 'round the kitchen My livin' room, bathroom, my bedroom was evicted Missin' from your homeroom, my good grades was crippin' Before I even learned division, nigga, I learned the mission See I'm from where fiends scratch that itch, won't hit the lotto And I'm from where fiends fix that fix and not a bottle And that little nigga that missed that bottle gon' catch a hollow Or maybe even throw him pyro, pyro See this set don't make too many niggas rich that I know You either gang bang, sell dope, or bet on the four Seen money on ground, my eyes glued to the floor I double deuce by my toe, see Figg get it and go I feel stuck in my ways, a nigga just tryna get paid I'm tired of answerin' questions; "Why Oxymoron delayed?" See I was thinkin' November, but January is sweet It set my Setbacks free, my Habits won in my sleep So January agree, get a taste of this gangsta See, I'm just tryna eat, with the freak of the week I just wanna hit 'em and leave 'em, dawg, they yours for the keep But don't be kissin' them broads, my sperm on their teeth Last night was nothin', this mornin' I'm a hero No belief in me, dawg, they said I'd mount to zero Cocaine, cocaine, rock-rock kilo Fishscale, cut well, you won't find Nemo Pull up to the block and they call me real nigga See, I can be a real nigga, but my daughter see me bigger See a body full of love and yours full of liquor But you'll always be my nigga, said, you'll always be my nigga
4. A$AP Ferg ft. Schoolboy Q – “Let It Bang”
Released: April 22, 2016
Album: Always Strive and Prosper
Producer: Lex Luger
Uhh, bruh, I miss my crackhead uncle Sold him dope in by the bundles Draw down on him, his own gun though Fuck about family, where's my Hundo? 'Fore my clip go knock-knock zero Fake nigga talkin' 'bout Q ain't real 18 slangin' that Coupe Deville Young nigga, young nigga move that dope Young nigga might get killed Cuz ain't payin' my bills, heat make the beef get grilled 12 years clutchin' that steel Pop a nigga more than them pills Pistol under sheet when I sleep Body niggas like I do beats I ain't talkin' bout my uncle, this me Made another million this week Swagger make a Bentley look cheap I'm the reason why your momma OD'd I'm the reason why your homies ain't deep Now you wanna talk about peace Pimpin' bitches all in these streets Wonderin' why you rubbin' her feet If you got high off what I sold How his teeth platinum when he on shit row? Big belly ballin' like I'm still gettin' throwed Leave a nigga flat 'til his body get towed Sad that the curtain got closed Leave him with a hole in his skull
3. Kendrick Lamar ft. Schoolboy Q – “The Spiteful Chant”
Released: July 2, 2011
Album: Section.80
Producer: Dave Free & Sounwave
I remember when I came out and shit Man, it's been so long since they see my dick Probably been five months since I seen my seed Goddammit, K. Dot, when it come to this? When I was sleeping on couches Nigga couldn't get a call, just a Glock for my vouch Nigga I was mothafuckin' out, yeah With the flashing lights had me stuck like reindeer When I should have been making bank, yeah I was somewhere stuck where the flame is Mothafucka, see how far that I came here Went broke and I came up in the same year, can I get a hell yeah? Drop my tear, hold my joy, show my pride Music saved my fucking life, I'm doing right and you left behind Feel my pain, now I'm styling, Hermès shit, I spent a thousand Different homes, different islands Dropped my mixtape and it sold like an album
2. A$AP Rocky ft. Schoolboy Q – “Brand New Guy”
Released: October 31, 2011
Album: LIVE.LOVE.A$AP
Producer: Don Cannon & Lyle Leduff
.345 be the big toy, now which nigga want it with the fat boy? Uh, clipped-up like I'm paranoid, high as hell nigga, Fitzroy Pull it off through the city like "errt" Seen that ho nigga like "errr," hopped up on a nigga like murk Put that pussy nigga in a purse He wouldn't be the first, cover him with dirt (Yeah, uh, shit) Put him in the ground, he was down to Earth A napped up nigga, I been down since birth Backpack full of random work With two bad hoes, I'll teach you how to jerk (Teach you how to jerk?) Swaggin' in my Js Pop me a pill and throw that pussy a rave (Pussy a rave) My prerogative ways Nappy chin hairs with the brand new fade (Yeah) Brand new nigga with the brand new venue Sold that bitch out, shoulda made that ho bigger Killing careers make these cupcakes remember My objective is to serve your agenda Biggie and Nas put they ass in a blender Sprinkle some 50 and came out this nigga Equipped with a gat and a dick in your mouth Balls in my hands and your bitch in my house Twisting up weed, I'm digging her out Just filling her out Do all that shit you be talking about While you gone? Shit, Netflix on your couch What this popcorn about? Microwave oven while you out there cuffin' You over there lovin' That bitch be my stuffing, like, like we really be fucking
1. A$AP Ferg ft. French Montana, Trinidad James, A$AP Rocky & Schoolboy Q – “Work (Remix)”
Released: May 13, 2013
Album: Trap Lord
Producer: Chinza//Fly
YAWK-YAWK, YAWK-YAWK! A lot of niggas died, should've been from Hoover Street No, I do not have a car, but I could buy one every week Pimpin' like I'm 33, move keys like I'm 36 Ship O's like I'm 28 Tacoma know I'm pushin' weight O-X-Y, I'm in your state Eatin' off your dinner plate My heart live where Santa stay Super fly, I need a cape Bitches throwin' pussy back and forth, they on my dick Passion drippin' off her lip She say she never had a Crip Uh, put in work, all big booties make it twerk All big titties lift your shirt Show a player what you're worth Yeah, put in work, spray his ass in front of the church Deacon said I did my shit The pastor said, "That nigga turnt" Pop my collar on my shirt Make these bitches go berserk Shippin' units; Captain Kirk Takin' xannies, poppin' percs Might not last, I'll bomb you first Turn your backseat to a hearse Back to the lab with mother Earth Had to give Young Ferg a verse
