Playboi Carti Covers The FADER Summer Music Issue

Playboi Carti lives in the woods — at least it feels like it at first. Almost half of Atlanta is covered by trees, and his house, located in the upscale neighborhood of Buckhead, feels especially shaded. It’s at the end of a winding driveway and surrounded by dense forest on every side, hiding the neighbors from view. On a muggy spring afternoon, Carti is standing on the front porch, looking up through the branches at the storm that’s rapidly rolling in. He’s dressed in a blue and black plaid shirt and Vetements sweatpants; his double-stranded dreads, bleached blonde just the week before, are now the color of a Cherry Coke can.

“I’m thinking about cutting some of these trees,” he says. Heavy rain starts pouring onto the roof above us, and his eyes shift to his manager’s white Porsche SUV, which is parked directly under the tallest tree in the yard. “If one of those fuckin’ branches falls, it’s over with.”

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