King Chip offers this amazing single about sloth. It seems like an ironic endorsement of visionary laziness. The Cleveland king may have another competitor if a certain Talent returns from South Beach but, until then, he might have that midwest swing on lock.
Q says a lot of vague things about Kendrick not going at Drake in the verse, and then starts nervously fidgeting when asked to elaborate. That verse was going at Drake but…it must stink to have to talk about K. Dot in every interview for his album. The Control Effect, everyone!