Split it with my niggas in the group chat/Left for a minute then I flew back/Had to ask Bruce “where the truth at?”/Had to ask Rahm “where the truth at?”
from Big B's lyrics by Chance the Rapper & Young Thug
A ghoulish, leaky organ frames the colliding of two rap galaxies. It’s a cosmic fugue, star-crossed lyrics that catapult off the beat like a Jesse White tumbler. Each bring their own reality to the table; on one end, lavish and unrepentantly outlandish; on the other, a pillar of hope who champions for social reform. A hometown hero who hasn’t forgot where he’s from, a flex on both sides.
