Hey, I'm Tyrese

I started rapping in my cousin's closet in the Seventh Ward, with a pawn-shop microphone and a blanket on the door. I still record there. The walls don't sound like much, and that is the point.

I play second-line-fed shows around the Gulf Coast, and the merch table is half the night. The crawfish in sunglasses, the magnolia and the bandana sun are all drawings I did on the road. When a drop is gone, it's gone until the next one.