The album both succeeds and falters in allowing the rap newcomer the time and space to comfortably dive into and start discovering his own lane.
NYC breeds street photographers like no other.
If you know Taylor Swift, please send this to her. Thanks.
“Though my urine and this music don’t have a lot in common, the end results here may be more or less the same.”
A mixtape from two men at the height of their sense of unfulfilled expectations.
Seriously? This is what you’re going with?
YMCMB’s bench players throw solid bounce passes and have good form.
It’s the “Being John Malkovich” of the drug/rap game.