Pretty sure that Lil Durk did not intend this as the anti-“867-5309,” but it’s a lot more fun if you imagine it that is. I’m still riding for Durk as the Drill rapper for people who don’t like drill rap. He’s gone full sad robot over the last couple releases, which adds an eerie sinister slant to his bars. I probably need to do an update to the Sad Robot episode because it has gone full epidemic to include Fat Trel, Keef, Durk, Gates, and Rich Homie Quan. These are all rappers I like, which means that the sad robot has fully overwhelmed the rusting circuits of my soul. 2013 is a weird fucking time, man.
Durk manages to balance the disdain from calls from tweakers with calls about dead friends. In it’s own way, it’s probably as accurate a way to describe being a Southside teenager in 2013. And the moral of the story is universal: never pick up from a blocked number.
Also posting the “Citgo” video below the jump because automatons need ATMS too.