Hate directed at French Montana seems to derive mostly from the impression that he's a lazy rapper. But of course, it's this sloppy swag that first garnered attention to him in the first place. French seems un-ruffle-able, a sly, controlled force in an industry often beset by manic creatives. There are a few other reasons haters have been drawn to the rapper; it's fairly evident that he owes a good part of his early success to his association with Max B, and many of his songs followed Max's formula.
He was also blessed to have early production from Harry Fraud, one of the game's most underrated producers. But French has managed to score legitimate hits, particularly street-oriented ones, in a rough climate for New York rappers. It's hard not to feel like the hate he receives is as much about the gentrification of NYC rap as it is anything having to do with French himself.