aiight, let’s do a side-by-side comparison
we got 2 Chainz lookin like smooth ass vampire in Brooklyn with the classic-ass black-red-gold combo, gold hitting in all the right accent spots (glasses, belt, wristwear, and shoes), red flashy, but not about to assault your eyes, and tassels on his muhfuckin shoes like a straight g. wide belt on point lookin like its own fuckin championship title. cape fabric and pant fabric matching seamlessly, shirt fabric and cape accent fabric matching seamlessly. basically, this nigga could go from the red carpet to dinner at a five star restaurant with tiny ass fucking plates to a funeral.
then on the right, we got Crackermore lookin like he put on his suit and was like “THIS IS NOT ENOUGH” and just ran and found the first shit that made him feel like he was doing some vintagey 1990s baroque-style Gianni Versace shit to try to act like his Thrift Shop song is real life shit even though it really just looks like this nigga fell into some curtains and used the drawstring to fasten the shit around his neck, like there is no damn continuity and he really just looks like Maximillion Pegasus’s spoiled-ass out of touch kid