Evan Gabriel has read The Book of David.
Building on the buzz of September’s outstanding Shit Don’t Stop mixtape, G Perico opens 2017 with two new visuals depicting more South Central street tales that explain why he’s been building an audience that reaches beyond 111th and San Pedro. The video for “Ain’t My Fault/Big Pimpin’ (G Style),” sees Perico trotting back and forth in front of a beamer, wearing green Pumas and a Vlone hoodie.
He’s jumping out of Regals and getting drunk as fuck, lingering in back alleys and on a rooftop, where Perico and a partner burn blunts. You can compare him to Eazy-E or DJ Quik, or Nipsey Hussle, but he has his own story and a singular voice. Raised mostly under the watch of his grandmother—who read tarot cards out of the house—he got his first gang tattoo at thirteen. A self described “young ass OG veteran,” G Perico has beaten penitentiary chances and is celebrating.
In “Neva Die,” palm fronds wave foregrounded to a pink sky, while Perico creeps down side streets and keep a close watch from front lawns. Back tats and royal blue chucks are familiar images in L.A.’s gangsta rap, but his visuals snatch your attention and refuse to relent. As Perico was leaving his South Broadway studio last March, he was shot at and struck in the hip. Still, hospital gauze and blood dripping down his leg didn’t stop the Broadway Gangster Crip from performing at The Roxy that night. None of this is fabricated. The menace isn’t for show. He’s trying to reach a destiny that he didn’t think he’d reach. No time to waste.
