"We still don't trust you," murmurs Future on the homonymous track of We Still Don't Trust You, a collaborative effort with producer Metro Boomin'. The LP is a sequel to the duo's recent release, We Don't Trust You.
We Still Don't Trust You is split into two discs, akin to a vinyl's A and B sides. The first disc is significantly longer, with 18 songs compared to the latter's seven. There's a tangible difference between the two sides, with Disc 2 featuring heavy-hitting production from Metro and flashier rapping from Future.
Future floats over a synthy beat on the album's opener, "We Still Don't Trust You," a surprise from Metro but a predictable background for featured artist The Weeknd. The Weeknd returns again on the cool and seductive "All to Myself."
The first half of the record continues to coast through these soothing, chilled-out tracks. Future croons in an irresistible manner, see the cheeky "Luv Bad Bitches." Future's sing-raps are silky smooth, enveloping the listener in a syrupy haze.
Disc 1 flows together beautifully. Simply press play and the album will guide you, highlighting the thought and attention to detail the rapper and producer duo put into We Still Don't Trust You.
Disc 2 opens up with a series of compliments from Charlamagne Tha God. The Breakfast Club host opines that he doesn't think "there is any rapper that has influenced culture and music more than Future over the last decade."
He emphasizes that "People want to be future, people want to sound like Future...it's not a big three, it is a fantastic four." The infamous Big Three in question are Kendrick Lamar, Drake and J. Cole. It's easy to imagine Future rounding out this trio, transforming it into a quartet of modern rap excellence.
"Nobody Knows My Struggle" is an immediate jump from the calmer Disc 1. The track packs a serious punch with a fun keyboard melody dashing around underneath heavy, rattling hi-hats and hard hitting bass.
Future and Metro tap A$AP Rocky for the penultimate "Show of Hands." The New York rapper opens the track with a cheeky, "Take his chains, shorty, leave your mans for me." Rocky's cockiness leaps through the track as he declares that "They call me Flacko Jodye, but I'm him." He raps, "Call up Pluto, Metro, should've put me on the first one," referencing the recently released We Don't Trust You.
J. Cole makes an appearance on "Red Leather," which is incredibly mellow with twangy, simplistic production. The rapper's sudden showing on We Still Don't Trust You feels a bit ironic given the explosive "Like That" from We Don't Trust You. The viral song features Kendrick Lamar explicitly dissing J.Cole and Drake. Cole responded with "7 Minute Drill," which he immediately regretted.
Is Cole's feature a sign that the "rap war" is over now? Absolutely not-- just ask A$AP Rocky.
Rocky takes the time to fire shots at Drake on "Show of Hands," in which he raps "N--s in they feelings over women, what, you hurt or/somethin'?/I smash before you birthed, son, Flacko hit it first, son." The woman in question is most likely Rihanna, with whom Rocky shares two children. Drake publicly pined over the billionaire multi-hyphenate for years, with the two even getting matching shark tattoos (which Rihanna has since removed).
"Crossed Out" is another notable hit on Disc 2. The production is infectious as Metro taps into his classic, eclectic sound. Future's flow commands the track as he flexes his drip:"Goyard, gold prеsidential bustdown/That's a gold twenty-four when it touch down." The album once again kicks it up notch on "Crazy Clientele" which features evil laughs, police sirens and furious knocks on a door as Future raps "Pounds on the floor, pounds on the floor."
An ad lib of a woman asking, "Can I trust you?" weaves its way through the album, appearing as a motif throughout We Still Don't Trust You. Based upon Future and his guests' rhymes, she probably can't.
The fiery "Streets Made Me A King" is a fantastic exclamation point to round out the set. Future mixes in goofy bars like "White girls on me/Avril Lavigne" alongside genuinely hard lines like "Young Pluto came up serving rock/F--the constitution I grew up in the drug zone."
With the wild success of We Don't Trust You, Future and Metro Boomin had something to prove on this hotly anticipated sequel. While the album stretches a bit too long at 25 songs and an hour-and-a-half run time, We Still Don't Trust You makes for a delicious sequel to an album already rife with bangers.
