Must be nice.
Must be nice.
(Doesn’t Ross look like he cant wait to take a big bite out of French’s neck? haha)
My mornings usually consist of NOT being on Twitter because there’s always some talk about someone’s life who is much more successful than mine and I can’t put too much energy into the bullshit when I’m trahn get deez bands my damn self, ya feel me? HOWEVER, yesterday morning’s Twitter-cooler talk was about 50 Cent responding to French Montana’s comments mentioned in a recent interview with Complex Magazine. It’s Hip-Hop… I had to scheme. Montana believes 50’s career could have been more successful if he did not have beef with so many rappers.
I mean, my mans Fif seemed to do prit-tee (I use phonics when emphasizing) alright for him to be sitting on millions since the Ghetto Qur’an days. Ennywehdoe, Fif goes on Twitter calling French a girl (lmao I find this hilarious) and agreeing that French is in Diddy’s dancing bottom. Hmph. Hilarity. (See Tweets @ Complex) I’m not sure if French thought 50 wouldn’t see/read the article, but who are you to measure the success of someone who is leaps ahead of your career? Little boys stay in your lane. French, you are cool, but the one thing I love about 50 is that he has been the same Curtis since Wanksta and came to do exactly what he said. 50 has been chillin’ pushin his Street King energy sip and French opens his mouth. I like French Montana’s music, don’t get me wrong. We aren’t talking about talent here. We talking numbers. Then to follow-up on the story, Rick Ross has the nerve to shoot a sub…
Rozay, again, love the music. But the “ho nigga” you are referring to was the same trickin’ out your babymoms and she was so schwiddit . Trife.
Get it tugeva, gentlemen. Let’s just all play our positions. We shall see what this mess turns into.
The high fashion, multiple vacay locations, and thick sex preferences/references makes a nice release off of God Forgives, I Don’t. (Shouts to you who have the whole album, I’m ducking the leak gawds. Next Tuesday it officially releases) Ennywehdoe (anyway though), the concept of the song steams from Rozay’s doctor orders given last year for his seizures.
“When I got out of the hospital — you know, I had a seizure last year — when I was leaving, the doctor told me,‘You gotta eat some more fruit, drink you some water, eat fruit and just relax for a little while.’ My fruit of choice was pineapples. For the next three weeks, I woke up every morning and ate diced pineapples, and I put the concept together. Drizzy came in, as well as Wale, and it’s kinda like, ‘She could be my diced pineapple. This special lady, she could be what I wake up to every morning and help me get by every day.”
And like that, we have a track that embodies this sensual, but rock-to-it sound. Wale’s poetry over the piano definitely set the tone for the whole thing as well as his approach on devouring his pineapple in his poetic, climbing flow. Ross still spitting his “funer things” rap to these beautiful woman and it always works for this guy. Then.. there’s Drake. Ha! Yes it’s only a hook, but Aubrey just does … this. Velvet voice verbalizing what we all have lived/live. Real regular with this guy.
I appreciate the versatility in Ross, Drake, and Wale; they know the balance in making music for all listeners. (“And how the women be the tastemakers for the shit we makin”- Kendrick Lamar) Balance. Learn it if you don’t know.
“Call me crazy, shit at least you cawwlin.”
Ross down in the A for Hot 107.9’s Birthday Bash 17.
Self Made 2 – 6/26
God Forgives, I Dont – 7/31
More so a promo video. MMG has really been holding it down as a camp.
This is definitely a banger and the 305 Dade county feel will rock in the strip clubs. I’m sure some of the best clappuhs are practicin’ to this record right now. You tell me.
“I’m in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed. One shot, two shots. I’m gaooowwwn.”