Not to be confused with Eric Church’s “My Homie’s Still”.
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Jonathan Bradley: Oh god, how embarrassing. Hashtags, coke-brags, teardrop-puns, “A Milli”-style vocal loops — did Weezy transmit this direct from 2009? When Big Sean seems more forward-thinking than you, you’re in trouble. The worst of it is that this little fucker once made possibly the best rap song of the entire ’00s.
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Michelle Myers: Perhaps if I’d be more inclined to like this if it were Big Sean feat. Lil Wayne, but I’m just not cool with one of my favorite musical artists of all time making an unimaginative follow-up single to “Dance (A$$).” Wayne, for his part, is still competent and witty. I like when he sets up the “my homies still” chorus as a punch-line by ending his verses with “but if you want some coke, that’s cool cause…” and “and I don’t sell drugs, but if you need work…” Big Sean is always a doofus, but normally he’s obnoxious in an entertaining way. His verses here are dull and lazy, and he drags the whole song down. I’d rather see Weezy take risks and make terrible rock music again than continue to put out boring hits like this.
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Alfred Soto: Wayne’s lack of embarrassment over the withering of his promise is almost honorable. Those squeaks sound like he and Sean are jumping up and down on Nelly Furtado’s larynx.
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Brad Shoup: If there was ever a time to go full cartoon, it’s with this whirring haunted-house melody (and the Original Concept sample turned treble — I see what you did there!), and Wayne turns in one of his most workmanlike efforts in a while. Which means that he’s still pretty damn on. Sean isn’t.
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Anthony Easton: He likes drugs, and sex with women. His friends like drugs, and sex with women. He does not appear to like women who do not give him sex. This is exciting.
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Jonathan Bogart: Wayne’s a generous host. Sean’s a boorish guest.
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Michaela Drapes: I can’t help but feel that I found this track in the corner of the Big Lots, in a sad off-price bin full of canned processed nastiness, long past its expiration date. I think there’s something toxic growing in here next to some other unpleasant funk. Ew.
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Patrick St. Michel: I long ago accepted that golden-age Lil Wayne was lost, but “My Homies” seems especially weak for a artist who made dropping obscure sports jokes an art and made weirdness seem effortless. Wayne still manages a few good lines here – the so-much-coke-you-need-two-noses line jumps out – but the majority of the song finds him rapping about drugs and fucking which aren’t new territories for Wayne, but done in a straightforward, uncreative way. The hook tries to hard to be wacky, and Big Sean manages to be the least interesting aspect of this entire single.
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