When the Migos first dropped, I was struggling. Y’all were too, but I ain’t gone tell nobody. I really couldn’t tell who was who. It was kind of confusing. Like, you could tell it was three people, but as to who was who? No fcking clue. But as my ears started to become more mature to that signature sound, I started to know. The name at the beginning was...
Quavo
I ask that the readers please grant me grace as I write this. It’s derived from a place of genuine hurt. Pain built up after years of tragedies and avoiding trying to become one. The news of Takeoff’s death shook me. It was the first thing I saw when I woke up. And it was being reported by Black With No Chaser. As the news of how and why...
