Santana's guitar gently weeps as the legendary musician once again provides the backbone for a rap song. This time, it's Pouya and J.I.D. playing the role of conductor, holding it down for an extensive verse apiece. Such offerings provide ample proof that the art of rhyming is alive and well throughout the new school, despite "lyrical" becoming somewhat of a bastardized and condescending descriptor. In any case, the young talents must soldier on, and with J.I.D at the helm, rest assured the future is looking bright.
Case in point, his opening verse finds him acquainting himself with confidence, making himself at home while allowing the instrumental breathing room. Pouya holds it down for the second verse, proving a worthy companion for the Dreamville emcee; while healthy competition is naturally to be expected, collaborations of this nature tend to feel more harmonious. Be sure to check this one out.
Guala in my pocket, bitch I'm balling, I'm prince Ali Ababwa
Boi, boi, life sucks at the other end of the blocka
We dodge them shots from the other end of the block
It's no end running from n***as and cops