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Despite what you think, I still love you.

I'm the smartest one of all my father's goombahs,

and he put fucking Pino in charge.

Power is something you gotta take.

Don't wait for some man to bestow that on you.

That boy's fresh off the bus, country as a bowl of grits.

Thought of something you can do for me.

Chin Gigante... rob him blind.

Weren't you supposed to give that back to Bumpy?

Gave him back some. The rest was milk sugar.

Bumpy Johnson gotta learn. Nobody plays Frank Lucas.

The job I gave you was a test. You failed.

Don't make me deliver your ass to the devil.

Cross me once more, and I will.

Checked all of Johnson's spots, wherever he's hiding our dope,

it's gonna take a team of bloodhounds to find it.

Go back to all our dope spots and check out who's dealing.

You see anybody who ain't ours,

yank 'em up and bring the dope with.

Nice ring.

The Blank Panther Party for Self-Defense...

Who are they?

California criminals, if you ask me.

- They look fine to me. - Shut your mouth!

You wanna know what really goes on in class?

No more abuse in our community!

- Stop the pigs! - You wanna test us?

Mr. Johnson. You brought a friend with you.

This is Marshall Grant, your straw man.

You gonna tear down the Apollo Theater to put this up?

I'm selling my property to Bumpy Johnson.

Yes, sir.

Thank you all for coming today.

It's a day that I wish my dear friend Malcolm

were able to witness with us here.

Public speaking's not my strength,

so I'm gonna pass this over to my beautiful,

lovely wife, Mayme Johnson.

Thank you all for coming

to the groundbreaking for Club St. Clair,

Harlem's new culture and entertainment center,

named after Ellsworth's mentor,

the great Stephanie St. Clair.

During the '20s and '30s,

Harlem was a magnet for culture in New York City.

People like Langston Hughes,

Aaron Douglas, and many others

created a true Renaissance.

This project will help bring that back.

The men working here are from Harlem,

and we are happy to report that this project will create

over 1,500 new jobs for our people.

Strong and proud, we stand out ground.

New York is a union town. Strong and proud...

Come on.

Eyes on you, Ellsworth.

Yeah, yeah.

Strong and proud, we stand our ground.

New York is a union town.

Strong and proud, we stand our ground.

- New York is a union town. - How you doing?

Not bad. How about yourself?

I was having a lovely day till you showed up.

Bumpy Johnson.

Mickey Campanella.

...we stand our ground.

So, what's this about?

Can't you read the signs?

Yeah, I can read the fucking signs.

I made arrangements with the necessary parties

that my men will be able to work on this site.

Well, I'm a union boss.

I'm not a gangster,

and we don't got no arrangement.

How about you get your goons to go home

and we work something out?

Nah. That's not how this goes.

How does it go?

Well, my men are gonna be here

every day, from dawn till dusk,

until you unionize.

Till I hire your guys.

Oh, you catch on quick, for a colored.

It's not gonna go that way.

Taking our fucking jobs!

Goddamn it! Break this shit up.

♪ They say heavy is the head ♪

♪ Heavy is the head, unc gave me the game ♪

♪ I still remember everything he said ♪

♪ Some niggas that's on your block ♪

♪ Feel entitled to what you got ♪

♪ Them people gonna want your spot ♪

♪ Soon as you make it to the top ♪

♪ Boy, that's king shit ♪

♪ Pay the lawyer off, drown the homies out ♪

♪ King shit, just that bar talk ♪

♪ Make them niggas kiss the ring shit ♪

♪ Me and you ain't in the same zone ♪

♪ Now you the type of nigga to shoot a leg ♪

♪ To get your name known? ♪

♪ A crown don't make you king ♪

♪ A crown don't make you king ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Change ♪

♪ Yea-a-a-ah ♪

♪ Open up my window again ♪

♪ Open up my window again ♪

♪ I can hear death calling my name ♪

♪ I can hear death calling again ♪

♪ I swear to God, things ain't gon' change ♪

♪ I keep a revolver with your name ♪

♪ I keep a revolver with your name, just in case ♪

♪ Lay on my back watching the ceiling fan ♪

♪ I had a dream to touch a kilogram ♪

♪ Still at odds with the Irish mob ♪

♪ Rolls-Royce down Malcolm X Boulevard ♪

♪ Lord, these... really out here preying on me ♪

♪ Got the .40 on me and His hand on me ♪

♪ Snow-white mink like I'm Dutch Schultz ♪

♪ Run the books and let me show you how the numbers look ♪

♪ You can't be lucky like you Luciano ♪

♪ The kilos slammin' like they new pianos ♪

♪ Fat Boy got the big body ♪

♪ Coast to coast, I can shoot product ♪

♪ Open up my window again ♪

♪ Open up my window again ♪

♪ I can hear death calling my name ♪

♪ I can hear death calling again ♪

♪ I swear to God, things ain't gon' change ♪

♪ I keep a revolver with your name ♪

♪ I keep a revolver with your name, just in case ♪

You spoken to Powell?

He's still in Bimini.

Bimini's not the district that he was elected to serve.

This is slander. We should sue.

How is it slander?

You were going to build without unionizing.

Harlem is Harlem.

It ain't no Bensonhurst, Brooklyn.

White people... they have no right

coming up in here making demands.

They see it differently.

Whose side are you on?

Hmm.

I am on the side of making sure the money

from the Revitalization Act ends up in your pocket.

The last thing I wanna see is Harlem rebuilt

by a bunch of guineas.

I just...

I don't see a way around unionizing,

not once it goes public like this.

I think you're gonna have to cut a deal, Ellsworth.

I ain't cutting nothing.

If City Hall catches even a whiff of you

doing something foolish, they will pull their funding.

Well, we'll see about that, won't we?

Ellsworth, you are the one

who wanted to do things differently.

You can't turn gangster every time

an obstacle gets in your way.

If our kids don't eat, they can't learn.

That's a fact.

And if they don't learn, they won't rise.

Harlem kids are going to school hungry.

They've fallen out in the classroom.

We want every child to have at least one square meal a day.

We need your help.

Volunteers, donations, anything that you can give.

Oh, perfect timing. Thanks.

You're welcome.

- Elise, right? - Yeah.

Afeni told us what you did at school the other day.

Nice work.

Couldn't have done it without her.

Hmm. Driven and humble.

That is a hard combo to find these days.

Maybe you're just meeting the wrong people.

Maybe.

Uh, Sadiq.

Pleasure to meet you.

Pleasure to meet you as well.

- What else can I do? - Oh, uh,

Maurice is handing out voter registration fliers over there.

- You mind helping him out? - Not at all.

Thanks.

Um, I'll see you around.

Yeah, see you around.

Yes.

Hey!

Officers, I don't have any donuts,

but I can offer you some fresh fruit if you like.

We didn't come for peaches and cream.

Where's your permit?

Our permit is our constitutional right to be on this free land.

This isn't free land.

This is New York City school property.

- Time to shut this down. - We ain't shutting shit down.

You ain't the law. I am.

- Easy, pal. - Get your pig hands off me.

Relax, Sadiq. Don't give these gentlemen what they want.

Oh, no, no, no. They're not gentlemen.

They're pigs.

Cuff Rosa Parks over here. Toss her ass in the car.

My name is Afeni Shakur.

On what charge?

Resisting arrest.

Okay, folks, break it up.

Time to go home. Party's over.

Thanks for meeting with me.

Ah. You don't gotta thank me. It's my job.

So, what's on your mind?

I've been thinking about unionizing.

Ah, well, there's not much to think about.

New York's a union town, no two ways about it.

Right.

So, how do I get my guys in your union and off to work?

Your guys? No, no.

You sign a contract and my guys do the work.

I want Black workers on this.

I gotta take care of my people,

just like you gotta take care of yours.

It's a matter of pride.

Sixty years ago, my people came to America,

and nobody wanted to give them a penny.

Instead of signs in the window saying,

"No Coloreds Allowed,"

signs for us read, "Wops need not apply."

Don't compare your ancestors to mine.

Yours weren't slaves.

No.

But for centuries,

my ancestors were repeatedly invaded,

killed, raped, brutalized.

So, like you,

we got suffering in our blood.

And then, one day, we had enough.

One day, we said,

"We're not gonna let anyone fuck with us anymore."

So we started looking after our own people.

So I ain't gonna put your men on this job.

Matter of pride.

Guess I won't be unionizing.

I guess you won't be building your project neither.

Cowboy Nick Martinelli. What do you know?

What do I know about what? He's in your crew.

Cops found him sliced up somewhere near Rao's.

Did you have anything to do with that?

Me? I had no beef with him.

You had beef with my father.

Is this your way of settling it?

I put that in the rearview.

Didja?

Honey, if I still had it out for your pops,

I'd go right for him.

Taking out a two-bit like Cowboy Nick

doesn't get my rocks off.

Swear it wasn't you, Joe?

I swear on my father's grave.

Yeah, but you hated your father.

What can I say? I don't know shit.

Pino spoke to the other Families.

None of them claim to know anything either.

Well... somebody's lying.

I mean, either that or yeehaw

got himself rolled by a fucking dope fiend.

I don't know.

My guys want answers.

They're looking for revenge.

Welcome to the big leagues.

Not so easy being the power behind the throne, is it?

Maybe you can give me some advice.

What should I do?

Well, you can't just let it go.

Not if you want any respect, you can't.

So you find the cocksucker who knifed Cowboy Nick

and you cut off his fucking balls.

Where'd you get this?

Found it on the street.

Crazy, huh?

Nice piece to find in the gutter.

Yeah. Well, my granny always said I was God's favorite.

How long you been in Harlem, boy?

Ain't no God up in here.

How much you want for it?

I can't negotiate with myself now.

How much you gonna pay?

I'll give you $100.

You shooting that duji.

I can get ten times that.

Well, if you was buying from Metzgers, sure,

I got to fence it.

Let's go with five bills then. Sound like a deal?

You can go haggle with the Jews.

I don't wanna deal with them now.

I'll give you two, and I'll take it down to them myself.

We gonna split the difference.

You gonna give me three.

Math I was taught.

Splitting the difference is $250.

- Sure, right. - Mm-hmm.

Fine.

You got a deal.

Big bills, old-timer.

Nice doing business with you.

You, too.

And if you find any more rings in the gutter,

you know who to come to.

Sure do.

I thought unions were supposed to help people.

In theory, they are.

Then why don't they sign your workers?

If they were white, they would.

So unions are racist?

Mm.

Margaret, when are your college applications due?

December.

You decide where you wanna apply?

- Berkeley. For sure. - Ahh.

- California? - Yeah.

It's where the Black Panthers first started.

What does that have to do with anything?

Well, Elise was telling me...

I joined the Panthers.

So that explains the Afro.

Margaret, help me clear the table.

But...

I said, help me clear the table.

Have you lost your goddamn mind?

The Panthers are filling the void Malcolm left.

They're the only ones helping the community right now.

Oh, yeah? What are they doing?

We organized a breakfast at P.S. 133 today.

And, of course, the cops came

and one of the sisters got busted.

And they'll arrest another one tomorrow

and another the day after that.

Speaking of which,

can I borrow $500

to bail Afeni Shakur out of jail?

Sure.

On one condition.

What's that?

You turn in that jacket.

Quit the Panthers?

You really wanna help this community?

Come work with me. Help me rebuild Harlem.

What do you have against them?

Nothing. I just don't wanna see you arrested...

...or worse.

I can take care of myself.

You want the money? Just turn in the jacket.

No. Keep it.

Chance called.

Looks like Stella Gigante wants a meeting.

You got some balls, accusing me

of killing a guy I don't even know.

Nicky Martinelli got his throat slashed

in a dope house in Harlem.

Last I checked, that's your signature move.

I don't know what the fuck you're talking about.

We know you guy your ear to the streets.

We're just looking for information.

That's your business, not mine.

I'm asking with respect, as a favor.

Okay, sure.

Maybe you could do one for me.

We ain't doing you no fucking favors.

And if we find out it was one of your people,

- you'll be on the hook. - Does he have to be here?

Pino, shut the fuck up. What's the favor?

A guy named Mickey Campanella,

union president of Local 131.

His guys are picketing my site.

131 belongs to Colombo,

but I know that the Genovase Family has influence as well.

I need that union off my back

so I can build with my workers.

Well, you're fucking nuts.

In return, I'll put word out in the streets

that I'm looking for the person

who iced Cowboy Nick.

Yeah, maybe I can talk to Colombo.

And say what?

"Do my Black friend a favor. Don't collect on him."

Then we'll owe him something in return.

Fuck no.

Ignore him.

I'll talk to Colombo.

This is it. This is the headquarters.

Well, for now, at least.

It's in the heart of Harlem, which is good.

It's why Afeni chose it.

You really wanna make a difference,

you gotta know the people, and they gotta know you.

This is where we crash.

You got the kitchen right through there

and, uh, bathroom.

Hey, I need to talk to you guys.

If we don't make bail by Friday,

they're moving Afeni to Bronx Detention.

That's a dangerous place. We gotta get her out of there.

I know.

- How much money we got? - $220. We're way short.

Can you ask the donors?

If we start asking them to solve our problems,

then they'll lose faith in us.

- What about Bobby and Huey? - They got their own problems.

Well, we gotta come up with the money somehow.

I...

There's a drug den not far from here,

low-level dealers selling to junkies.

Part of our mission is cleaning up the community, right?

Yeah.

Four or five of us could take it down.

They're all getting high on their own supply.

They won't be hard to roll.

Sorry. Maybe it was a bad idea.

No.

I think it's a good one.

I don't like it.

You like seeing your sister get beat down instead?

Of course not, man. Come on.

Then we got to move then, no?

What are we walking into exactly?

One, maybe two dealers. Rest are junkies.

We should scope it out.

Definitely.

You sure about this?

Your father is the biggest drug dealer

in all of Harlem.

Not no more, or so he says. But who cares?

He ain't the one we gonna hit.

Thanks, fellas.

What, no phone call?

I knew you'd be here. You're always working.

It's how I get things done.

I think you work too hard.

Are you asking me on a date?

Hmm.

No, just a favor.

Mickey Campanella, he's a stubborn guy.

He's a union boss. It's a tough job.

I know he dances on that little string of yours.

Oh, and you want me to make him dance.

Yeah, I do.

Put some Black people on the payroll.

What, are you kissing Bumpy Johnson's ass now?

He's building in Harlem. Let him use Harlem workers.

Okay, yeah.

See, I didn't know it was gonna be a civil rights meeting.

I would've worn my Bobby Kennedy button.

What's it to you?

More union guys, more dues, more kickbacks, Black or white.

Listen, you ever think that maybe I'm trying

to prevent a race war at Local 131.

Mickey Campanella, he's old-school.

He's, you know, he don't like the Blacks.

Then maybe you should get rid of him.

He's as trustworthy as a wooden nickel.

Bullshit. Look, I've known this guy for 35 years.

Really? 'Cause my guy, Fiorentino,

he says Campanella's been dipping his fingers

into the till.

Look...

I mean, I got no problem with the Blacks.

Neither do you.

I heard you used to let this Black soul singer

bang you back in the day.

Which begs the question...

why are you here on behalf of Bumpy Johnson?

Are you fucking him, too?

Better him than you.

I heard Bumpy's looking for anything

to do with that guinea's murder,

so I called first thing.

You did good, Moses.

Some guy told me some bullshit

that he found it in the street.

Yeah? You know where the guy is? Get a name?

Uh, I like to respect people's privacy.

But he definitely ain't from around here.

What makes you say that?

Southern boy.

Yeah, dresses like he just got off a bus.

Real handsome fella.

You know who he is?

- I got a pretty good idea. - Yeah.

How much this set you back?

Oh, I paid $400.

You ain't never paid $400 for anything

in your life, you cheap-ass.

Okay, okay. $250.

$250.

We good?

This is only $200. Uh...

Bumpy will remember this.

- Yeah? - Gotcha.

Damn shame.

Look at them junkies. No self-respect.

Don't judge until you've been in their shoes.

Oh, yeah?

What, you speaking from experience?

Where'd you grow up?

On a farm outside Memphis.

Bet coming here was a shock.

You ain't lying.

Come from living in all that open space

to coming here and having none.

Why'd you leave?

Can't make much of a difference

on a farm outside Memphis.

That the dealer we gonna roll?

Yeah. That's him.

That motherfucker Campanella needs to die.

Just say the word and I'll put a bullet in his skull.

- Make that two. - I wish, but we can't.

Gotta do something.

I'm willing to take the risk. Fuck it.

Just say the word.

I know you are, but there's a better way.

How's that?

A union boss is like a crime boss.

They think they're untouchable.

So the best way to get rid of a boss is use another boss.

Well, how we gonna do that?

I've been doing a little homework on Local 131.

They've been cooking the books for years.

Yeah? Well, all that skim,

they gotta hide that from the IRS.

Which means they have two sets of books.

I'm gonna need you to get them both

when the union hall closes tonight.

- Okay. - Alright.

Look, I'm your oldest friend,

which is why I get to say this.

Only Negro workers, not paying off the guineas.

You're living in fantasy land, brother.

You pay the cops, you pay the politicians,

and now you're choosing to swim upstream,

and you could get washed away.

Some fantasies are worth fighting for.

Or maybe it's just you always need a fight.

Here's the apartment. It's on the first floor.

That's where our mark will be.

Who's upstairs?

Strung-out junkies, hookers. No one to worry about.

No one we know of.

What's wrong?

Something don't feel right about this.

It's the only plan we got.

Okay.

Alright.

Found out what you're looking for.

I think I know who killed Cowboy Nick.

Who is it?

Some kid from the South looking to make a name for himself.

Been a real thorn in my side.

What's his name?

Gonna need something from you first.

Is this about the union?

131's Joe Colombo's local, not ours.

These things, they're not written in stone.

You got my attention.

There's a guy in Local 131, Bruno Fiorentino.

His brother is Georgie Smash.

Yeah, Georgie's in our Family.

That's the point.

If Mickey should somehow step down,

union laws mandate a snap election.

You want Bruno to run?

No, I want Bruno to win.

So we'd get 131.

And I get to hire whoever I want on my site.

It's gonna piss Joe off.

You'll handle that.

Whatever you have planned for Campanella,

will any of it blow back to us?

None of it.

I'm gonna need whoever killed Cowboy Nick or no deal.

Put the money down. The money good. Don't touch it.

Whoo!

Let's go!

Alright.

That's how you clean up.

Appreciate y'all. Aah!

- Oh, shit. - Fuck.

Bumpy wants to talk to you.

Talk about what?

This.

God gave you some big balls, Country.

But he also gave you a chicken brain.

You killed a made man and then you fence his ring?

It's too small for me to wear.

I told you to go back to North Carolina.

Why didn't you listen to me?

Ain't nothing left for me there.

Well, there's nothing more for you here either.

Hey. You can't take me back.

No.

I gotta bring you somewhere else.

You're gonna feed me to the wolves?

Sometimes, you gotta unite with people

you don't want to for a bigger goal.

So, yeah, your time's up, Country.

Unite with me.

Come on.

We're from the same South.

Same South that'll lynch a nigga

if you're staring at a white girl.

You and me, we'd be good together.

I know it.

If you don't see that,

then drop me off at the bus station, alright?

I get on and you never see me again, I promise.

It's too late for that.

Let's go.

Come on. Let's go.

You ain't no better than me.

Come on. Move!

You ain't no better than me!

There you go.

What's this for? We don't need to shoot no one.

We ain't going in there without no heat.

Alright. Let's do this.

There it is. 1E.

Bedroom's clear.

No one in here.

I got nothing back here either.

This room's empty.

Elise!

I got it. I got it. Come on. Let's go.

Let's go!

Elise, we need to go. Now.

I'm sorry, Ronnie.

Hey. Cosa fai?

Huh?

I don't know what the fuck you saying.

He said, "What are you doing in our neighborhood?"

I'm a fucking janitor. See?

That's what the fuck I'm doing.

You okay?

Yeah. I'm fine.

Look, what happened last night...

What happened, happened.

Thank you.

You knew him, didn't you?

Yeah. I did.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

I knew him in another life.

Hey, hey, look who I found.

- Afeni. - Hey!

- Hi. Hi. - Look who's back.

Welcome back.

Come on, girl.

Hi.

Hey, boy.

You okay?

I'm good.

May have even found a few more recruits.

- Hey. - Yeah.

Look, you wanna get something to eat?

Hell, yeah. I'm starving.

I'm gonna pass. I got something I gotta do.

I'll circle back with y'all later?

Are you sure? I mean, I can drive you.

No. I'll walk.

- Elise. - Yeah?

Maurice told me what you guys did.

Thank you.

How the fuck did you get these?

These are Local 131 financials...

bank statements, audit reports.

I have sources in law enforcement,

as I'm sure you do, too.

How the fuck did law enforcement get 'em?

Ain't it clear?

You got a leak in your little operation.

Bullshit.

Numbers don't lie, Joe.

Misappropriation of pension funds.

Kickbacks from vendors.

The Feds are gonna jump all over you for this.

And what, you just came all the way down here

to warn me of an impending investigation

out of the goodness of your heart?

For my own protection, as much as yours.

You're a fucking liar.

I need to break ground on my project.

Mickey Campanella being indicted by Robert Morgenthau

will only slow that down.

Let's face it, you got a rat in the kitchen.

If that rat's Campanella, he'll put you back in jail.

How do I know it wasn't you who went to the Feds?

'Cause you know I'm not a snitch.

What I know, Bumpy, is that in this game,

anybody can be a snitch.

Yeah, but not me.

Hey.

What you working on?

An essay about the Vietnam conflict.

Wanna read it?

When you're finished.

But I, um...

I came to tell you something.

Is it about the Panthers?

No. Something else.

What?

Your biological father was a man I used to run with

when I was an addict.

His name was Ronnie.

I got the news today that he... died.

Oh.

I just thought you should know.

And if there's anything you wanna ask...

My father is Ellsworth Johnson.

I don't know who this other man is,

but it's taken you this long to talk about him, so...

I, uh... I guess he never really meant much to you,

so why would he matter to me?

Okay.

I love you.

I love you, too.

So here's the hard part.

We've gotta get Colombo to take out his own man.

Think it'll work?

It might. It might not.

So just how is it that the Local 131 ledgers

wind up in the hands of Bumpy Johnson?

I got no idea.

No?

Well, he didn't just snap his fucking fingers

and make 'em appear out of thin air.

I mean, who knows?

Maybe he got them from my deputy, Fiorentino?

Fiorentino's connected to Chin.

Who knows? Who fucking knows?

It's your fucking job, Mickey. I fucking pay you to know.

I got the son of a bitch.

Right there. Right there, on his fucking knees.

Get your fucking hands off.

You know why you're here?

I'm guessing it ain't 'cause you wanna see my pretty face.

You pawned a ring on 125th.

Yeah, so what if I did?

A ring you took from the guy you killed.

One of our guys.

He was an associate of this family.

No. No, you got it wrong.

I won that ring, in a dice game over in 137.

Piece of shit!

If the Feds decide to indict the union

based on those ledgers, how do I know

that you're not gonna take a deal to avoid jail?

You know, Joe,

go fuck yourself.

Fuck you and the ground you're standing on.

You're the godfather to my children.

You think I'd dime you over fucking ledgers?

I gotta tell you,

losing those ledgers is a big fucking deal, Mickey.

The responsibility for losing those ledgers

clearly falls on you.

I'm sorry, Joe, okay? I'm sorry. I'll fix it, okay?

And if I can't, you got nothing to worry about.

We'll pay off the judge.

And, hey, worst comes to worst, I'll do the time.

I'm sorry, too,

but I can't leave room for no error.

I know it look bad,

and I see why your man might wanna blast me,

but I'm telling you, I ain't have shit to do

with stealing that damn ring.

Bumpy says you did.

Bumpy said I pawned a ring, which I did.

But Bumpy ain't say I killed your man.

Cut the shit, or Pino's gonna blast your brains out right now.

- You've got 60 seconds. - Look, I ain't lying.

I ain't kill your man.

Oh, fuck this guy. He's gotta go.

You think you've got Bumpy in your pocket, huh?

Check again.

He playing you.

I don't believe you.

Who do you think told me to cut the dope in half

when I stole it off your pastry truck, huh?

I've been telling you that Johnson's behind it.

I've been telling you this whole fucking time.

Alright, I'm gonna let you live.

On one condition.

I need to know everything

that's happening on the streets of Harlem.

Got it?

Mr. Johnson, can I take a photo?

Just make sure you get my good side, not my bad.

Smile.

♪ I've walked this road before ♪

Yeah.

- Another one. - ♪ I thought I was done ♪

♪ With petty wars ♪

♪ You know I only came to win ♪

Much better.

♪ A crown won't make you a king ♪

♪ But a million mice that can... ♪

♪ Till they black out the daylight ♪

♪ Power's a beautiful thing ♪

♪ Wearing a crown won't make you king ♪

- ♪ Heavy is the head ♪ - ♪ Talk to 'em, unh ♪

♪ Heavy is the head, unc gave me the game ♪

♪ I still remember everything he said ♪

♪ Some niggas that's on your block ♪

♪ Feel entitled to what you got ♪

♪ Them people gonna want your spot ♪

♪ Soon as you make it to the top ♪

♪ Boy, that's king shit ♪

♪ Pay the lawyer off, drown the homies out ♪

♪ King shit, just that bar talk ♪

♪ Make them niggas kiss the ring shit ♪

♪ Me and you ain't in the same zone ♪

♪ Now you the type of nigga to shoot a leg ♪

♪ To get your name known? ♪

♪ Boy, that's king shit ♪

♪ A crown don't make you king ♪

♪ Wearing a crown don't make you king ♪