Poker face and poke her highness next to me Hold my hand, your halo's fading, pesos and Pinot Grigioīless the newborns, my comrades they die for me Her man's in Herman, don't need a fucking filla I protect you perfect stranger, put that body on a hanger Now all I got is luxury, come fuck with meĢ0 bandana, cross my fingers when in danger Something like virgin blood that's pure and she screaming out "Its yours" That happened yesterday, cause I just wanna rest today in pure luxuryīreaking bread with the homies, that's luxury Make a nigga flip, I ain't tripping off shit Looking at headlines, it's all alive on who are you and I to decide, just tryna get byĪnd that's pure like virgin blood mixed with 1-51 one sip Wash my sins with time, make yo bed (lay on the line) I just wanna make it God, can you hear me fine, here been deaf, feeling blind, all I see is sacrifice (overtime) Tomorrow when tears dry, no one'll make it out alive Went east side where rain poured and souls cried, no sunshine Kids gotta eat and mommas gon' cry, that bread been straight, we shaking dankīaby I'ma save you one day, from this hell hole and gunplay Wanna call you late, but I'm busy filling plates You always had my back and I thank you for that When a nigga get dough, promise I pay you back mo' Surviving the thrones, stones at yo front door, bang it though So they say it's his blood be like he was a Jesús Worship higher powers, smokes inpolished, drinking from the chalice Wanna be like Boyz N Hood, affiliated by my brothers Life is off the loss and coughing I'm just here to make my offerĬrystal sniffing, bitches tripping, luxury and gang members Hold the liquor, make it silence, pray into me like the altar Shots of alcohol the pain its relic in my chest, I feel demolished You might see somebody else winning, but it’s all timing.” Amen.Old fucking drama, call the karma kamikaze
Did Tyga ever doubt his place in the pantheon? “Nah,” he told Apple Music.
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But just as fans began to wonder if departures were the new norm, Tyga unleashed a series of party anthems-starting with “Taste” and compiled on 2019’s Legendary-that affirmed his status as the Saint of Slappers who never actually left. That mix of creative smarts and curveballs powered him through, among other LPs, 2015’s Kanye West-overseen The Gold Album and 2018’s wholly sung Kyoto. Tyga broke out on his own with 2011’s enduring “Rack City,” which not only introduced the world to DJ Mustard’s menacing groove but also spawned an award-nominated adult film directed by Tyga himself. As an early Young Money signee, Tyga developed a smooth SoCal swag that stood out alongside Nicki Minaj and Drake (see 2009’s “BedRock”), and his work ethic was right in line-he dropped four mixtapes a year back then and began a partnership with Chris Brown that would generate albums’ worth of infectious, bass-boosted jams. The deliciously raunchy and flossy MC (born Micheal Ray Stevenson in 1989) combines his deep fandom of Jiggy-era hip-hop with a craftsman’s approach to rhyming that he picked up while being mentored by Lil Wayne from age 17 on.
When it comes to delivering trunk-rattling, summer-worthy bangers, Tyga is as reliable as the changing seasons, and yet the Compton native always manages to surprise.