Rich Boy: "Drop"

In lieu of sifting through a mountain of thesauri to find a fittingly hyperbolic synonym for “completely fucking ridiculous” to describe the crater-creating breadth of this beat’s stomp, I’ll just let you know Rich Boy, caught up in the ecstasy of his surprisingly adamant flow, spits “bulletproof the escalators”—an error soaked in irony considering his first verse contains the line “God made me super rich / The devil made you stupid, bitch / You could be just like me if you quit with all that stupid shit”–-and you won’t flinch. This is a bonafide behemoth, the only “A Milli” rip-off to succeed, juxtaposing shrillness and seismic bass, filtering it through that repetitious formula and Polow’s maximalist sensibilities. It’s earth-scorchingly hot.

Rich Boy has silently matured into a more commanding figure post-“Throw Some D’s,” apparently while no one was paying much attention. The goofy drawl that barely carried him through his eponymous debut has transformed into an angrily giddy snarl. A beat like this could easily swallow a weaker delivery, and he does his part to match its intensity, if not it’s quality. The lines about his two Phantoms fucking to produce a Bentley and his smoking so much weed he can’t even hide the smell are pretty entertaining, too.

It’s fitting, though, that the force behind 80% of this track’s appeal inserts himself in the middle of Rich Boy’s verses to call himself a bad motherfucker and implicitly make mention of how incredibly paid he is (he and Diddy are supposedly buying up a lucky fan’s mortgage), then talk shit for a minute and a half about the forthcoming (presumably Polow-produced) Rich Boy full-length. Attention commanded, sir.