I have such a rather … interesting opinion on French Montana. Yes, he purposely slurs his raps in such a manner that if I didn’t know he was from the Bronx I’d have thought he was originally from some city in the Southern region of the States. Yes, every now and then he imbibes on the Kardashian teat of reality sludge… but he has a pretty good ear for beats and his Wave Gods mixtape was pretty good.
So was his Casino Life 2: Brown Bag Legend. I’m not saying he is immune to clunkers (because, let’s be honest: he so isn’t), but I thoroughly enjoy “Off the Rip with A$AP Rocky and N.O.R.E.. The “Halfway Thugs”-sampled backdrop (although, oddly enough, N.O.R.E. is reciting the hook from “Bloody Money”) is undeniably New York, and both Rocky and French put their Southern-leaning styles to the left for some ol’ fashioned boom bap stylings. But once again, I feel and fear that as soon as this drops French will likely do something so mind-bendingly frustrating as a follow-up. Such is life, I suppose.
