Pz’ spends much of his proper debut, No Turning Back, equally baffled by his good fortune and ready to fasten it to his side with a Gucci strap before anyone else can take it. “The numbers is goin’ so muhfuckin’ crazy!” he says on opener “Never Gon Home,” getting a touch giddy before regaining his composure with some wisecracks: “They playin’ my shit at the store/They playin’ my shit at your ho house.” The fashionista-to-rapper pipeline is well-trodden territory at this point, but the drama of the imagery—wielding Bazo boots and Dior Homme aesthetics like the poles and switches shuffling in and out of his wordplay—gives No Turning Back charisma to burn. Forward motion is exciting, and Pz’ raps are effortless without curdling into indifference.
None of this happened overnight. A child of Gambian and Senegalese parents, the Atlanta multihyphenate first gained steam in 2023 as a model, tearing up runways at London and Paris Fashion Week and geeking out over SahBabii and jailbroken PSPs. Dabbling in music proved irresistible, and from 2024, he jumped around from floaty pitch-shifted ballads to the post-Playboi Carti rage and plugg-adjacent music still currently dominating Atlanta. Then came the speedrun of accolades and cosigns: Carti reposted “Hedis Bussin,” its shit talk and triumphant, chest-puffing 808s hard enough to challenge Gus Fring’s. Shortly after, Tezzus brought Pz’ into the fold of his ØWAY collective, which includes Diamond* and pretty much every other top-seeded prospect for the next generation of Georgia rap. In their debut cypher, dropped on the first day of 2026, his mid-tempo slur and curt verses immediately mark him as a descendant of Carti and SahBabii. He may not have the ludicrous punchlines of King Squid, but lines about wining and dining Celine employees delivered in Just Don basketball shorts and a matching Adidas track jacket ooze style.
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So many emergent stars play off sudden celebrity by acting above it, but No Turning Back is as eager as the title makes it sound: There’s hardly a moment when Pz’ isn’t pinching himself. That’s not to say he’s immune to boasts or threats, but they’re not loud enough to drown out his gratitude. Take “No Ceilings” and “X Tape,” two standouts produced by Luc1us; both are filled with racks of Saint Laurent and the smell of Byredo, but it’s the little moments that bubble to the top: buying his mother a Patek; the double mention of winning with his chosen family; an admission of “I don’t know how to feel… they dropped a bag on a real nigga.” While it can be a bit jarring for koans like these to grind up against talk of checks being spent on hits, it’s context for just how deeply the worlds of music, fashion, and crime have congealed for a new generation of hip-hop.
