Review: 2/5
Best Songs: Rack City, Faded, Black Crown
I like most of y’all haters thought Tyga was a hoe. I hadn’t heard any of his shit since December of last year. That is until I got to go free [read: snuck in] to Tyga’s infamous show in Toronto. I was surprised this guy actually had fans in my city and most of them we’re fine ass hoes.
Aside from that, this guy has such a ridiculous amount of energy when he performs he is definitively on one. He was like one of those little kids that’s so hype to spit a freestyle in the ‘hood, but when they realize they suck they stop. Apparently Tyga hasn’t realized it. I kid.
After this experience, especially girls taking their clothes off at the after party, I started to realize I may actually relate with Tyga. We are both degenerates, both pussy chasers and both substance abusers. This guy should be providing the soundtrack to my demonic Saturday nights. So I hit up the googles and got a copy of his last mixtape #BitchImtheShit and I was actually impressed, mind you I had low expectations.
Fastforward and here we have Tyga’s album debut, courtesy of the pirates, and is it what I want? Hit the breakdown. Read more
