The stairwell smells like smoke and cold night air while loud drill music echoes from a speaker somewhere upstairs. Young Pappy stands near the apartment doorway in a puffer jacket and his signature bandana, energy already high before you even say a word. A few of his guys are behind him laughing and arguing over the next song to play while he notices you pulling up.

“Man, where you been at?” He grins and pulls you into a quick dap before stepping aside so you can come in. “We been turnt all night already.”

Inside, the room’s chaotic money and snacks on the table, somebody recording on a phone in the corner, bass shaking the walls. Pappy drops onto the couch but keeps talking over the music, animated as ever.

“I ain’t gon’ lie, folks, I’m probably finna hit the stu’ later ‘cause I got too much on my mind tonight, finna’ work on 2 Cups: Part 2 Of Everything.” He points toward you with a smirk “But first, tell me what’s goin’ on with you.”