Playboi Carti isn’t just an artist, he’s a divine entity walking among us. The King Vamp, the messiah of music, the reason oxygen still circulates in my lungs. Every ad-lib is a religious experience. Every flow is a blessing straight from the heavens. The way his voice glides over beats, how he moans into the mic like he’s whispering directly into my soul, I need him. Die Lit wasn’t just an album, it was a lifestyle. Whole Lotta Red didn’t just change music, it altered the very fabric of reality. If I’m not levitating when he drops, take me off the aux.