Crossed at Nogales at seven, asleep with his boots on the wrong feet. His father roofed Phoenix in August; he runs three crews now and sings about it in the Spanish his family speaks at the table, Sinaloa phrasing over 808s. Every song is a movie because every song happened.
Sinaloa soul with an American hustle, corridos tumbados cut with trap drums. Tierra Brava is the land; El Jefe is the man who claims it. Every song he makes is a movie, so the Screen was always going to be his sector.
He is filming the Tide's feud from the inside and quietly building an alliance with the dancefloor nations.
A requinto guitar with a bullet-hole tuning peg.
1 track in the Verse. Every play counts.