Overall, the album and the artist were in need of a thesaurus because it quickly got old listening to the same curse words on every track and beats that clashed with the flow of the rappers.Turn the music down in my headphones, yeah That noise in the background, that's my skateboard That nigga Mack crazy Yeah, uh I put my shooters on they feet I just give 'em your address, then go to sleep The money turned my niggas into monsters The white done turned my niggas into Nazis, Lord The money turned my face into a stocking Don't make me turn your baby to a hostage, boy Don't make me turn the kid to a foster My woman turn my dick into a Mazda, Lord Body parts in the duffel The bullets turn your body to a puzzle The money turn my bitch into a monster She know how to get a check and turn a zero to a comma, Lord The money turn my niggas into killas The sugar turnt the cocaine to vanilla The money turnt the bitches into hoes The money turned my niggas into foes, Lord I put my shooters on they feet Give 'em your address, then I go out to eat Had that snowman in the hood like Jody Breeze She from the hood but look like she from overseas I said, "Girl you know I love you and I care for ya I got some new shoes and a bag of hair for ya" She say, "Fuck these other niggas, they ain't half of ya Just keep laughing to the bank, it's hilarious" I got a stay-at-home gun and a travel gun Boy, we could sell white, in Africa It's like, I can't explain, y'all asked me to spit And now I'm drooling on my chain "What happened to Wayne?" A classic “me against the world” song, “Who You’re Around” is a good one to blare from your headphones when you’re angry with the world. It focuses on believing in yourself and not letting others bring you down.
It still lacks lyrical diversity – as did the rest of the album – but it is an inspirational song that could be considered an anthem for some people.
The only song I somewhat enjoyed from the album was “Who You’re Around,” featuring Mary J. “My trigger finger itchin’, Palms itchin’ too / We back-to-back in ghosts, playin’ peek-a-boo,” Mill sings. The lyrics felt forced and just made the song painful to listen to. This song also sounded terrible because the track and the flow of the lyrics didn’t match well at all. There were sections of the song that just alternated between the F-word and the N-word. Mill wants women to use him for his money but then, in other songs, he pokes fun at the characteristics of fake people.Īnother song that overuses curse words is “In God We Trust.” A rapper should be able to create verses and rhymes from much more than four expletives. Released Tuesday, the album’s track “Rich and Famous,” featuring Louie V, is a shallow song that tries to convince girls they should be shallow and try to “get with” Mill, whose real name is Robert Williams, because he’s going to be rich. And in the case of Meek Mill’s debut album “Dreams & Nightmares,” that lingo makes up most of the album. I enjoy rap music on a regular basis, but I don’t enjoy rap that just uses curse words and slang terms for body parts as the main focus of the song. Album review: Meek Mill debut album 'Dreams & Nightmares' lacks lyrical diversity