Listen. When I tell you I’m really from the hood, my momma has a whole corner store in our dining room area. She’d buy hella diffetent snacks and the entire neighborhood would knock on our door to buy shit.
Kay don’t even know she triggered my childhood with that one. My momma had me working the store but I’d just steal frooties and hide the wrappers around the house. She’d be so mad when she’d find them. I’d get a beating every time. 
