HN>>>>

No it’s not

21 and Future both carried Drake on those albums

Haven’t even had a chance to listen to all of her loss but there’s no way.

Streets is done

Big rings a classic

Exactly what I was thinking. What a time to be alive was one of the craziest releases up there with rodeo

skreets not cappin

You’re probably the first and only person to say this about 21 lol tf you listen to

its absolutely better

Without warning cool but people act like it’s a classic sometimes

Not true but both classics

it's really not a collaboration album to the same extent
Even though i personally think Fewtch kinda had the better contribution to WATTBA, it at least had Future and Drake in about equal parts. Her Loss is really a Drake album, even the way Drake described it on the Sound 42 Radio show yesterday, he said it fits in a narrative/ trilogy from CLB to Honestly Nevermind to the final piece Her Loss of how he has viewed romantic relationships. I don't think this was as much of a team effort. it was Drake with the skeleton of this album and then after Jimmy Cooks went crazy he decided to capitalize on his chemistry with 21 Savage while simultaneously making a pivot in the sound he wanted. with how reckless he was talking on a lot of these tracks, I can see how it made more sense to pair this album with a figure like 21.

10000%. WW is painfully boring

recency bias is real

This s*** just dropped
let's see how it ages before making bold claims like that

Nah not yet too early to tell

Not even close

Nah, this album has nothing near digital dash

Yet again, it was another late, sleepless night in Atlanta. The studio was packed, yet intimate all at the same time. Warm amber lights washed over exotic leather furniture, creating a dimly lit sonic oasis. A sweet aroma of weed smoke clouded the air, while vanilla scented candles were strategically placed around the room. The mood developed into a haze of relaxation. As engineers and producers methodically worked the mixing boards, Future and the rest of his entourage nodded along to a rough take of a track that would later be called "Diamonds Dancing." Many individuals in the studio danced along while producers ran the track back, but there stood Drake in a dark corner, dissecting every piece of "Diamonds Dancing" with surgical precision. The track stopped playing, and Drake stepped from the shadows. He didn't speak much, but when he did, people listened.

"I'm going back in the booth, play that outro back."

Puzzled, the engineer began playing the outro instrumental back, not questioning Drake's demands. The room fell quiet as people began to observe. As the outro began to play, Drake put on a pair of monitor headphones, rubbed his beard and began to take a drink of a dark, murky substance. Closing his eyes, Drake began to flow freely.

"You doin' me dirty, you know. How we let it get like this I don't know. But that nigga can't save your soul, nah." Producers and entourage members in the studio began to look around the room to see if others were witnessing what was happening. Drake continued crooning into the microphone, while the mood became even darker in the studio.

"Doing me dirty, you doing me dirty. Haven't even heard from you. How can you live with yourself? Haven't even heard from you. How can you live with yourself? Ungrateful, ungrateful." The Engineer looked over to Future with concern. The engineer whispered, "should we stop him?" Future then put up one finger, as to silence the engineer while shaking his head, not taking his eyes off of Drake.

"Your momma be ashamed of you. I haven't even heard from you, not a single word from you, Ungrateful. I'm too good for you, too good for you. You should go back to him, perfect match for you, unstable." Candles in the studio began to flicker and die out, one by one, as if a spirit swept throughout the room.

"Doing me dirty. You're making me nervous. I haven't even heard from you. You look drained, you look exhausted, girl them late nights ain't good for you. Really starting to show on you. Don't hit me up when it's good for you. Ungrateful." By now, everyone had stopped what they were doing, all attention was focused on the darkened silhouette in the recording booth. Finishing up his final thoughts, Drake hung up the headphones, took another sip of muddy water, and crept out of the recording booth.

As he came back into the studio, all eyes followed his every movement. Drake retreated back to his shadowed corner, where he leaned against the wall with his fingers interlocked and pressed against his lips, as if in deep thought. The silence of the room created an uneasy tension. The uneasiness built more and more, as studio members waited for him to speak. Finally, he broke the silence.

"Play it back."

What a time!

To be alive!

I’m drinking lean!

They thought I died!

Album better get over it

insanity

this should've been posted first page ktt fell tf off

You’re just a battle rapper
I’m an official trapper

COME ON