This shyt is great, but its too short. Production is a little formulaic. Huey is my favorite beat, shyt sounds like a tired but happy carnival. The lines he drops on this shyt are ridiculous. "Fifties in my pocket fallin' out like fukkin' baby teeth."
I'm sad there aren't more OF features. Earl without Tyler is yin without yang to me. They're both really dope on their own but an album out of either of them without a feature from the other is like a shytty dessert with a top-notch 5 course meal.
I give it somewhere from a 7.5-8 out of 10
early man gettin better at condensing complex thoughts into small statements/one liners
type of shyt i needed to hear
"mirror mirror let me hear, why the nikkas that's that peers who see and hear us then mimic the fukkin motions man/ keep the circle closed let them nikkas front in the culdesacs/ friendly wit the chosen the rest is gettin the poker hand/ face drink and smoker it help me duck when emotions jammed/ fame is the culprit who give me drugs witout owing cash"
