
Eighteen tracks of unpolished, humid Florida trap. A teenage Kodak Black balances street bravado with a haunting, piano-led melancholy that feels lived-in.
It's the raw, unpolished sound of a kid from the projects turning his struggle into a haunting Florida blues.
A heavy, humid blend of teenage ambition and the weary melancholy of someone who has seen too much too soon.
The production is built around lo fi than this artist usually allows.
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