Duration: 57.4s

I'm done, Mike. Oh, here we go again. No, this time it's different. When I looked into that little baby's eyes, something changed. I want to spend my days watching that little boy grow. Man, Theresa does not want your ass sitting at home, getting fat and breaking shit. You know, Mike, we got more time behind us than in front. It's time to make some changes, for real. You can miss me with that. I'm living my best life. You're dyeing your goatee, Mike. - What? - You're dyeing your goatee. I am not dyeing my goatee. That's Midnight Cocoa Bean. I recognize that. - Go ahead with that shit. - That ain't Midnight Cocoa...? - Go ahead somewhere. - Let me ask you something. You want your legacy to be muscle shirts and a body count? Don't you know family is all that matters? Hey, granddaddy! - Rita. - Oh, no. Pop-pop. He's going with Pop-pop. - Pop-pop? - Yeah. Got pics, Pop-pop? - Oh, you know I do, right? - Let's see. There you go.