For lack of promotional hype, one might not be aware that Grand Hustle has not one, but two releases in stores on Tuesday. Scoop that My Turn To Eat while you’re in Circuit City.
Brooklyn Southern bullshit, he on it. More trap talk. More accented dialect, so much so his voice puts me in the mind of part of the reason why Ball & MJG used to be so different and well-loved– the drawl.
And real talk, I listened to the album most of the weekend & it made my head hurt. BASS HEAVY. Marching band beatin’ down the block bass & brass. And my dumb ass can’t do shit in moderation so I just ended up crankin it up another notch or two with each song.