“And that house shit? That’s a form of control. Mo’s young so she don’t know that, but she ain’t living there. I ain’t taking my hands off her no more because she ain’t fully got it yet, and I can’t trust you to take care of her without thinking of yourself first. They’ll be there tonight, but tomorrow she’s getting her own shit. Where access will be granted when she says so, not whenever you want,” Ethic said. “I love you like a son, Messiah.”
