You gotta pull back on smoking the hard when your teeth start hurting.
I mean, Kevin Gates.
Millennials don't know how magical it was back in the day. Summertime, nikkas knocking on the door 24/7. Playing NBA Jam and Street Fighter while fools smoking hard in the bathroom, got the whole house smelling like burnt plastic.
Eleven, twelve years old getting p*ssy/blowski's from crack hoes all night in a stolen Tercel with older nikkas. Buying hoes for your friends like the motherfukking man.

Money coming too fast to leave the house so you gotta let your lil cousins tax you two dollars to get you shyt from the store. Your aunties going outta town to get their life together, then coming back and calling you talk some they ready to get some money, coming back to the crib every couple hours with a goddamn stack.
Telling your workers not to let your uncle in the house if he comes through, then they let him in anyway.
Smelling your fat homeboy's mom's panties during a sleepover in sixth grade, then skeeting in her three years later for cheap.
Knocking up his older sister and paying for her abortion behind his fat ass back.