![]() ![]() 2010’s Teflon Don, produced at the height of Ross’s myth-making, was The Godfather, while his 10th album is much closer to the ground-15 tracks, featuring another sturdy, posthumous Nipsey Hussle verse, and finding Ross settled into a groove, if not at his very best. ![]() ![]() Things are stable, which is as close as they get to being good in this wacky business. His pool is big and his house is even bigger. These days, Rick Ross might best resemble Tony in the pilot episode of The Sopranos: standing over a grill in his golf polo, looking out at his precious, healthy, ordered ducks, taking in the glow of the golden hour with a lit cigar.
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