Not just on a music forum I live and breathe it b****

How come?

yea i profit off my shills sir thats the difference

plz post my avi

Passionfruit and IMY2 are trap? What songs are you talking about

Tbh I got more respect for Kendrick pulling some meme bait on Range Brothers than I do Drake for writing stale bars on those time-in-location tracks. At least it was something kinda fresh for him.

and this is not even mentioning the fact that this man’s hook game is 10/10

Like i said, Kendrick s***s on Drake in pretty much every category Drake is just better at making boring music for the masses to eat up

Mans hasnt sounded inspired since Views

Is Jaded trap?

Nah im out mfer really has a linktree for the ccp in his bio smh

Guess it is.

This is such a lazy take for any artist that needs to be addressed

Cuz he made

Section.80 - anthems on anthems

GKMC - best storytelling/concept album ever. Literally OAT

TPAB - an eclectic grandstand of social issues laid over some of the most forward thinking production of the decade

DAMN. - a sick ass album

Drake stans f***ed up in the crib listening to views 3

Kendrick isn’t “any artist”

Profit isn’t an inherently good thing.

there is a herd of them, most annoying people on this site ngl they try to associate hip hop and its roots with their dumb ass manifesto

brain damage

PAC was a Marxist :

"Best storytelling/concept album ever" lmao man just say that you started listening to hip hop when pitchfork told you to. Gkmc is great but calling it the best concept album isnpure dellusion.

What else?

He doesn’t need anything else

like when Frank stans act like he’s some progressive socialist while he’s scamming them blind and selling designer jewelry

The problem with Drake is that he doesn’t try to lock in a certain lane and get a best out of it for a full project or something

It’s always little bit of everything and most of it is watered down which is the shame because he can very much do a concise project full of for example Memphis inspired bangers like No Friends In The Industry or fully tap into his UK drill style which he does really well but instead every time he just drops the same watered down s***

The whole industry been in shambles
Everybody fugazi, I'm just changing the channel
Kendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for a***ysts
Career damaging verses, meditating with candles lit
I like my raps extra prolific
Since freestyling on lunch tables and park benches
And I won't mention my ten thousand hours in training
While juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous
And now we look at the competition as quick submission
They tappin' out before we even get a chance to miss ‘em
What this about, is it money or skill?
Maybe it's both and I got large amounts of it, it's real
You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable
I can see y'all incapable
To be the God emcees, you know me well
Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister
Run for cover, my lineage prove itself
I'm rollin' deep in that paper like two Adeles
Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips
We had to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence
Everything is high stakes nowadays, that's how it played nowadays
It's like an 8-ball to the face nowadays
I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays
It's seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I'm talking
Hiiigher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer
Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock
And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion
Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!
This is what they want, I'm the one
This is vintage from nineteen-eighty-somethin'
I'm the son of the pioneer that got you near the sun
Play with him, b**** you better off voting for Donald Trump
I'm yelling Mr. Kanye West for president
He probably let me get some head inside the residence
I'm in the White House going all out
Bumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans
Nothing more influential than rap music
I merge jazz fusion with the trap music
I mix black soul with some rock and roll
They never box me in, I'm David Blaine-ing all you hoes
Oh yea, let's go there, my DNA is DMT, I'm so rare
My Juvenile was wilder than the Nolia
A locomotive couldn't track me down in my career
Runnin' this s*** with four pair, son of my b****, I might demolish
A b**** right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?
D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California
It gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him
And b****es wanna adore him, but industry s*** ain't for him
Probably thinking it's for him, only one me
Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign
Mr. Valevictorian studied the game before them
Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort them
To the grave I deport them, corporations extort them
I'm snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin'
My radiance rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman
Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning
You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it's important
Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous
So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments
Jimi Kendrix performing, this f***ing studio haunted (Ah!)
I tell a b**** don't sweat me (Don't sweat me)
I kill this whole f***in' beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)
Ib should've never sent the instrumental
Every time I start writing I get sentimental
This s*** is just not fair
But why the f*** should I care?
The story of your life here
Two young stars was born and y'all gon' die here
Oh Lord, gotta be the yams
Billboard list need 2Pac, damn
But number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah
Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance
Every day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me
Is not validation, nigga this TDE
And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings
And casualties all around me, don't make me do demonstrations
Whoa
Murder my allegations and burning my finger traces
Adjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments
I'm sorry y'all not relating, this party is reservated
I kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it
My nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it
I gotta lay it, gotta show you f***ers I'm not to play with
The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the f***in' greatest
Whoa
Burnin' my leather-
(Nah I'm just f***in' wit cha)