A hearse parked outside, tires caught in snow. It was 5am when they came to pick me up, take me somewhere warmer. I heard no crying as they carried me in my box, maybe they were, but I couldn’t hear them over my own voice, singing to kill dead time. Family and friends heard murmurings of ‘Raindrops, drop tops (drop top), smokin’ on cookie in a hotbox (cookie)’, before they pried open the coffin lid. It’s an easy mistake to make, and Monday’s are always full of mistakes. For everyone. I didn’t get too mad, as ‘my bitch was bad and boujee (bad)’.
It can be argued that the three Migos have helped create the culture surrounding hip hop over the last few years now. Dabs and trap (rap done in triple time, it’s clear when you hear) had to grow from somewhere, and so we have Culture, the album from the Migos which digs into it all, asses and all. Continue reading →