Cardo Got Wings ’ voice cuts through the noise at Ralph’s Coffee as he rattles off the albums that once filled his CD deck in the late ’90s and early aughts. “That was a time period! Seventh and eighth grade. Best music ever. That shit molded me as a man,” he proclaims. “No Limit Records, Cash Money Records.” It feels like he could go on forever; his eyes can’t stop lighting up as he gushes about his love for foundational issues of Murder Dog Magazine and the days when regional rappers felt