Drake, the undisputed king of the charts, has once again redefined the rules of the game with his latest project, “100 GIGS“.
This is a cultural event, a sonic statement that demands attention. With its carefully curated tracklist and star-studded features, Drake has delivered a project that’s as much a strategic masterpiece as it is a musical triumph.
100-GIGS Tracklist:
- It’s Up feat. Young Thug & 21 Savage
- Blue Green Red
- Housekeeping Knows feat. Latto
The lead track, “It’s Up,” is a high-octane banger that instantly grabs your attention.The three titans of hip-hop trade bars with a confidence that’s both intimidating and exhilarating. It’s a track that’s as much about lyricism as it is about showcasing their undeniable chemistry.
100-GIGS is more than just a collection of songs; it’s a strategic move in Drake’s ongoing battle for musical supremacy.The EP’s release was preceded by a carefully orchestrated promotional campaign that generated immense buzz and anticipation.
By sharing 100-gigabytes of behind-the-scenes footage, he gave fans an unprecedented glimpse into his creative process, creating a sense of intimacy and exclusivity.
The decision to include “Housekeeping Knows” featuring Latto was a bold move that paid off. The track adds a fresh perspective to the project, showcasing his ability to collaborate with artists from different genres. It’s a testament to his versatility as an artist and his willingness to experiment with new sounds.
100 GIGS is a project that’s as much about the music as it is about the cultural impact. It’s a statement of intent, a reminder that Drake is still at the top of his game. This EP is more than just a collection of songs; it’s a blueprint for the future of hip-hop.
Quotable Lyrics:
I don’t care about my opps (I don’t care about my opps)
I don’t care about my opps (I don’t care about no opps)
I don’t care about my opps (I don’t care about no opp)
Yeah, take a pic (Take a pic), Richard Millie, no stopwatch (Let’s go, uh-uh)
Take a pic of your lips gobblin’ on my cock (Let’s go, uh-uh, sh*t)
I don’t care ’bout no motherf**kin’ watch, nah (I don’t care ’bout no, uh, nah)
I don’t care ’bout no high-end thot (Nah, nah, nah)
Bitch, you just a (B*tch, you just a), bystander
Christian Dior pajama, Gucci up under, body number
I just picked up somethin’ from Mercedes, it’s a one of one
Black exterior the one that I want, red inside like that time of the month
Blood money, that’s how I got this, blood money, that’s how I got this
We can vacation wherever we want ’cause I don’t care where none of my opps is
