Mosi Reeves
View all posts by Mosi Reeves June 19, 2026
Brandon Almengo* In an interview posted on his YouTube account prior to the release of his seventh album, The Gentlemen’s Club, YG recalled a conversation he had with Kendrick Lamar about the importance of quality control. “I’m telling him about what I was doing, like putting out albums just to get out the deal ’cause my deal [with Def Jam] was fucked up,” he told his interviewer, DJ Hed (YG is now signed with 10K Projects through his 4Hunnid imprint). “[Kendrick] was like, ‘Bro, you ain’t never supposed to do that. You gotta give it your all every time.’”
Indeed, The Gentlemen’s Club signals a renewed focus on building narratives with his distinctively aggressive Bompton persona. It evokes his famed run from over a decade ago, when the rapper rose to stardom with 2014’s My Krazy Life and 2016’s Still Brazy by revitalizing the kind of street-conscious perspectives that the West Coast has long produced, from Ice Cube to the late Nipsey Hussle (who co-starred with YG on his deathless anti-Trump anthem “FDT”). But YG hasn’t scored a major Billboard hit since 2018’s “Big Bank.” His music in recent years has been typified by high-carb, low-nutrition radio bait like “Go Loko,” a bizarre number where he and Tyga shuffle along with Speedy Gonzales-styled accents, and “Toxic,” which lifts Mary J. Blige’s “Be Happy” nearly wholesale. (To be fair, his 2019 “Slide” collaboration with H.E.R. is romantic and enchanting.) In 2025, YG signaled a return to less irrelevant work with “2004,” a startling confession where he reveals he was sexually assaulted at 14 by a woman older than him. “Ever since that day, I’ve never looked at shit the same,” he rapped. Yet the stakes around his career can’t help but feel lower now.
“2004” and its brave admission of childhood trauma set the stage for The Gentlemen’s Club. More than a tired signifier of strip clubs, it imagines a place where men can unburden themselves and share secrets free of judgement. “Think of this club as a place men go when they’re ready to talk. Talk about things you’d never expect us to…Uncomfortable things,” says an unnamed narrator near the end of The Gentlemen’s Club penultimate track, “Insecure.” YG knows that he’s no longer the fresh-faced young gangsta that emerged nationally during L.A.’s short-lived but memorable “jerkin’” dance scene with the 2010 hit “Toot It and Boot It.” At 36, he has a family to support and a “couple of M’s” in the safe. He’s probably too young to be in an actual “Mid Life Crisis,” as he claims at one point. But he effectively conveys how difficult it is to evolve out of the hedonistic life he led as a thugged-out rap star “with a six-pack” and plenty of women to service him. “Hella young, gettin’ fucked up, the drugs had my mind/The plug had my mind/The club had my mind/The Treetop Pirus and the Bloods had my mind,” he raps on “Writing My Wrongs,” which closes with a soulful chorus by the singer Ogi.
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The Gentlemen’s Club opens with an “Intro,” where YG brags that he’s “still in it strong,” and “OMG,” which find him and Pusha T lyrically lavishing praise on themselves. On the chorus to “Kudos,” he admits, “Kudos to everything that made me/But lately, everything I ain’t into.” But then he says, weirdly, that “These niggas tryin’ to be like a nigga/I’m tryin’ to be like a white motherfucker with figures.” Is that all there is to life as a Black man: aspiring to collect as much money as a (white) billionaire?
Thankfully, YG doesn’t turn The Gentlemen’s Club into a wealth-building fantasy. But it takes a few songs to hit his stride, even as he unfurls an awkward story rap about murdering one’s dual identity (“Hitman”) and whispers about sexual pleasure alongside Tyler, the Creator with “On the Low,” a track inspired by Ying Yang Twins’ 2005 classic “Wait (The Whisper Song).” The album finally picks up with “We Know the Truth,” and YG finally responding to persistent rumors that he paid for Drakeo the Ruler’s murder at the Once Upon a Time in LA festival in 2021. (YG, who beefed with Drakeo for years beforehand, was a co-headliner.) “I got paid six hundred (thousand) for that show/So why would I tell a nigga to fuck it up, though,” he argues. “I came to get the dough, was finna hit the stage/Then I heard like y’all heard, somebody got hit with a blade.” That song is followed by “Hollywood,” a slapper with an Eighties funk bounce featuring Shoreline Mafia. The two tracks display YG at his best, attacking his haters with passion and unafraid to name names, then cranking up a “drankin’, smokin’, fuckin’” jam to lighten the tension.
