The result is the opposite of the intent: the prevalent repetition grinds to the point where even some of the best songs- “Love Sosa,” “Kay Kay”- are rendered nearly unlistenable and the worst of the lot aren’t even worth listening to all the way through. 'Finally Rich' should be an experience that indulges the listener with the many pleasures of Chief Keef’s life while providing them with cheap entertainment. When considering an artist like Waka Flocka Flame, one is distracted by his energy and the beats to the point where the lyrics are inconsequential. However, lyrical substance rarely needs to be included in the discussion of an album like this.
Chief Keef has a lot of money but apparently very few assets and one can only hear about stacks of money so many times before it starts getting stale. It’s not exactly desirable to hear a cocky kid describe his assets for 45 minutes especially when there’s no impact of having these things. The entire album seems to be an act of posturing: Chief goes to great lengths trying to prove that he has had no adversity to overcome and that he’s flawless. However, beyond that, there’s little substance. Perhaps as a result of trying to conform to gangsta rap tropes, or maybe because all teenagers are fascinated by money and women, 'Finally Rich' does little more than flaunt Chief Keef’s wealth, upbringing and stable of women. The album’s opening line, “These bitches love Sosa,” is only the tip of the iceberg. 'Finally Rich' shows off a kid who seems to have had everything come to him easily. It’s an unorthodox attitude to have: his frequent run-ins with the law, including time spent under house arrest for weapons possession while under contract with Interscope, give the impression that he’s a loose cannon whose time spent in the trap has twisted him- an impression that certainly isn’t helped by songs like “Hate Being Sober.” From the outside, he appears to be the exact type of kid you wouldn’t want to be associated with but the implication of the title is that this was always going to happen. It speaks volumes about the 17-year-old’s attitude it’s not that he, a lower-class teenager from the South Side of Chicago is rich, it’s that he’s finally rich- that this was always going to happen and it taking 17 years required too much patience. The title of Chief Keef’s freshman album implies something pre-determined.
Review Summary: This album: that's that shit I don't like
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