When YG arrives 45 minutes late to his recording session in Burbank, he saunters in like a famous rapper — not one who was, until recently, recording in his room at his mama's house. His thin, tall frame is swallowed by camouflage shorts belted around his thighs. Out of the neck of a baggy white T-shirt that reads "4 Hunnid," tattoos climb like kudzu, stopping just short of his jawline. He offers no apology for being tardy, just his sleepy smile, which is,... More >>>