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That's a kid?

Come here. Ven aquí. ¿Cómo te llamas?

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What are you doing?
He's just a scared kid.

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Where the fuck is the boy at, Tee?
He could be the Federales.

- Mentiroso de mierda.
- Shit.

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- Who you talkin' about? Pusha?

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Now, I had real love for you,
dawg. But you fucked that up.

Y'all better not come around
me and my family ever again.

Know you and
Pusha family and all,

but I need to know everybody
that he beefin' with.

I bet you do.

Pusha's puss ass, he overstepped.

That's why I'ma show
you love on the price.

Think you could bullshit
a bullshitter, Meech?

Oh, fuck!

- Imani.
- Tee.

I am hosting a
private game next week.

Maybe it's time for
you to file for welfare.

You marked down here that
you live with your husband.

He's my ex-husband.

I'm sorry, Charles,
but you are the problem.

I cannot so much as get a
dime with you being here.

I don't want to live no more.

Please just tell me
where you put the gun.

So when were you gonna tell us

that you got yourself knocked up?

Holy shit. You havin' Werm's baby?

Breeze is the father, not Werm.

I cannot afford another mouth to feed.

Don't bother, because
I'm raisin' my baby

in college in Atlanta.

All you ever gave a fuck
about was drugs, Meech.

Nigga, I only got into this fuckin' game

to keep our family together.

What family, Meech? Nikki is pregnant!

Pops is talkin' about not
wantin' to live no more!

How you feelin'?

A bullet just tore through my body.

I don't think I can get back out there.

I used to see that guy at Techwood.

Think he's some kind of shot caller now.

Well, I'll be damned.
You did real good.

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Dawg, I hope you know,
you lettin' that kid go

fucked everything up.

Now we got no choice but to move on.

At least we can finally
get the fuck up out of here.

And maybe, just maybe,

I can make it home
for my son's birthday.

Man, you selfish-ass motherfucker.

That's why Loco whupped your ass.

What the fuck?

It's the fuckin' Federales.

Loco! We got fuckin' company!

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No, no, no.
W-we got to get out of here.

You had this shit the whole time?

- Fight.
- Hell yeah, let's fight.

Ain't nowhere to run.
Ain't nowhere to hide.

This all your fault, Tee.

Enemies can come in all forms

and come from every direction.

But nothing cuts deeper
than when the ones you love

turn into your biggest enemies.

Hey, Laz!

Wait, baby!

You wanna eat all of this stuff
or give it away to somebody.

- Alright?
- Thank you, Grandma.

Alright. Be good. Love you.

Ain't nobody spend that
much time at their granny's.

Unless there's something
important inside.

Dawg.

I ain't never seen you
stress-eat like this.

Well, all that shit in the Lou
with Meech got me stressed, man.

Why don't he just move the
hub back to the D or to ATL?

'Cause the cartel got
to approve of that shit.

And our plug already took a risk

by moving it out there
in the first place.

You think, uh...

we should touch down there
and partner with Meech?

His ass do not want me down there.

We sold the last of the work,

and since we can't get
our shit out of the Lou,

we ain't makin' shit.

- You remember Imani? Cute Imani?
- Yeah.

Well, she invited me to this
high-stakes game in Atlanta.

- I'ma flip our bread there.
- Oh.

What's the word on that nigga Boom?

We got our guys sitting
outside of Markisha's house.

We changed the locks, like you asked.

Ain't nobody see him.

Just know that nigga
still out there lurkin'.

We're going to finish this.

I'm done talking, Meech.

Actions speak louder than words.

You need to stand down.

More innocent lives aren't worth it.

There will be redemption
for the Grand Sheik's death.

Then you will have to deal with
a lot more fatherless children

if this war continues.

Don't get in our way.

Or we'll bury you too.

Got them fuckin' Moors
breathin' down my neck,

waitin' for me to slip up.

And now fuckin' BMF want
to starve me out, too?

Luckily, my old dealer, he
still want to do business.

So fuck everybody.

Sounds unhinged.

- Mm.
- Fuck you say, nigga?

Fuck you say? Huh?! Say it again.

- Say that shit a-fuckin'-gain.
- I'm sorry, Pusha.

Come on. Come on.

He ain't the enemy.

What the fuck? Calm down.

You lettin' anger blind you, bruh.

Nah. The anger... help me see clear.

Aye.

Y'all bring me Meech.

Dead or alive.

Hey, Pops.

I was, um... just trying to
slice some bread for the toaster.

Here. Let me help you.

- Good morning.
- Morning.

So... I-I decided to
defer my scholarship

till after I have the baby.

- Thank the Lord.
- Wait. Why?

LaWanda said some stuff
about the reality of parenting

and going to school, and it's just-

It was all kind of overwhelming to me.

I'm glad she was able to
talk some sense into you.

You're not dropping college

'cause you're worried about me, are you?

No, Daddy. I...

I need to do what's
right for me and the baby.

And that's, um, staying close to home.

You sure?

I'm sure.

Your baby has a smart,
caring, strong mother.

Thanks, Daddy.

You know, Wanda made all this fuss

for you to have the baby shower
before you left for school.

But with everything that's going on,

I mean, maybe we should just cancel.

No, Mama.

I think... we all need
something to celebrate.

Mm-mm-mm. What a mess.

I think she's making a mistake.

You know, I think the mistake

was her having unprotected sex, Charles.

Yo. What up, doe, Laz?

It's gon' be a while before
ticket sales can start up again.

Our box offices are still closed.

But sell the reserve
tickets to our VIPs.

A'ight. I got you.

Look, how'd our session go with our girl

- and the music producer?
- Not good.

- She didn't show up.
- What?

Hey, man, I think your girl got a habit.

Missing sessions
is money down the drain.

That shit can't happen again.

- You better get her together.
- No shit.

- A'ight. I got you.
- A'ight.

First and foremost,

I want to offer my condolences
to you and your husband.

- Thank you.
- Ma'am, I've tried again

to talk to your husband's crew,
and they're not hearin' me out.

Is there another way that
you know can make them listen?

You and Jimmy were
partners, and some feel

that you were responsible
for my husband's death.

I was meetin' with Sheik
Mooney about a peace agreement,

and J-Pusha tried to kill me, too.

This war will continue
until Jimmy is dead,

and they don't care
who gets in their way.

Ma'am, there's always a cost for war.

Please.

I'm afraid of losing my husband, too.

I do not wish that
pain for another woman.

The Moors are very proud.

And they will not let the
death of the Grand Sheik

go unanswered.

If you ask me, sis,

I think your friendship
and loyalty with Jimmy

has run its course.

J-Pusha's had my back for years.

When my father died, he's
the one that protected me.

That was years ago.

But now... you and your
friend need to figure out

how to protect us... sister.

Frankly, your tithing
is not what we expect

from a church leader.

Um...

... like the rest of our flock, I...

I too am experiencing financial...
distress.

What kind of distress?

Divorce is not cheap.

I also have a grandchild on the way

that will be living with us.

And since Charles' injury,
he's been unable to work.

And he's been...

... in a very dark place.

I am so sorry.

The good Lord never challenges man

with more than he can handle.

But perhaps this is a sign
you've taken on too much.

You know, the Almighty never gives men

more than they can handle.

But He most certainly tasked
women with the impossible.

And somehow we find
a way to get it done.

As always, I will get it done.

How's the family?

Take all that shit.

All of it!

Hey, hey, hey, go and check
in the back right there.

Y'all go through all that shit.
Right there. Right there.

Jimmy, there ain't no drugs.

- What? What you mean?
- I-I'm looking'

There ain't shit in here.

No!

Yo, yo! What the fuck you doin'?

- Where the shit at?
- Stay with me.

- Stay with me.
- Where it at?!

There are no drugs.

This is our food-donation facility.

Don't give me that Mother Teresa shit.

- Where the drugs at?
- Yo, yo, Jimmy, stop.

- Where they at?!
- I told you!

- There aren't any.
- Stop, man, alright?

They innocent. Look. Come on! Let's go!

There ain't shit here.

Somebody call an ambulance!

Jamila...

Hang on, Jamila!

I've been trailin' one
of Meech's associates.

Now, according to his records,

y'all had him in for a
few nights on a GBI case.

Yeah, I recognize him.

But the case didn't pan
out, so we kicked him loose.

How did you get to him, anyway?

Through an
off-the-books informant.

I think I'm onto a BMF stash house.

Now, my camp has already said no,

so I was wonderin' if
you could get your sarge

to sign off on a warrant.

I'll tell you right now.
Sarge has been gun-shy man.

Since Kang died, he's
not pullin' the trigger.

But, uh, do you think I
can meet your informant?

He don't really fuck with Red Dogs.

- He got his reasons.
- Well, then, shit. I can't help.

Look here. I know them BMF
motherfuckers better than anybody.

They got a house with an attached garage

so nobody can see
what they're unloadin'.

Look, Hardy...

my gut is tellin' me I'm onto somethin'.

You know what?

I'ma ask Sarge,

but I ain't makin' no promises.

Thanks.

Ooh, this beat is a monster!

You ready to hop in the booth?

Nah. I-I just need another minute.

Yo, is everything okay?

The beat is too fast.

The sound is wrong, and...
I need a new notebook.

And Laz is breathing down my neck.

Alright, but you can't
keep throwin' shit.

I'mma have to start wearin'
a helmet 'round here.

I been tryin' to keep it real...

but gettin' shot has
messed with my head.

And... I-I can't get the words right.

No. Look, that shit ain't gon' help you.

And you can't mix that with your meds!

This is gonna help me write.

And Trell understood
that, but y'all just don't.

Fuck Trell.

That is only gonna make it worse.

No man should have that kind
of control over your bod-

- Give me that!
- Girl!

I'm hormonal as a motherfucker,

and you out your mind
comin' at me like that.

Go home, and get your head on straight.

So, here's the code to that safe.

Only me and you have it.

Mm. That means a lot, Tee.

You and the kids mean everything to me.

So, what was said at
the teacher meeting?

Alexis' teacher said

we got a natural-born
leader on our hands.

She get her spirit from you.

- TJ got Star of the Week, too.
- Oh wow. Okay.

So, now, you know I'ma have
to take credit for that.

Him-him strivin' to be great
and shiny, that's all me.

But nah. Real talk, though, LaWanda.

Um, I know the kids would be
nowhere if it wasn't for you,

the way you hold it down.

I'm just making sure
they know they're loved.

Can I come in?

Yeah, I was just leavin'.

Hold on, Wanda.

Where'd you say uh, Nikki
was having her baby shower at?

- At your parents'.
- Can you, uh, give her

like three G's in a card and
just tell her it's from me?

Yeah, I got you.

Thank you.

I just wanted you to know
I haven't heard from Boom

since you beat his ass.

That's cool.

I was just trying to get his
contacts to help us expand.

"Us"?

So what? You-you BMF now?

Whatever happened between you and Boom

doesn't change shit between us.

You're his wife, remember?

But you have my heart.

Marriage ain't nothin'
but a piece of paper.

Kind of like how... LaWanda
holds your money, right?

But I'm the one that helps you
make a plan to get to the bag.

Alright.

Well, since the work dried up,

I'm goin' to the A for
the high rollers game.

And you owe me a trip after
fuckin' up my Miami vacation.

Plus, nothin' is hotter than makeup sex.

We gon' be stayin' at
Meech's when we get to the A.

And I might just fuck
you on his countertops.

You think Nicole
stayed home because of Charles?

I do, honestly, and I'm just...
I'm relieved.

You don't think he would
do anything crazy, do you?

I just pray to God that he doesn't.

Girl, I got the weight of the world

on my shoulders up in here, and...

and now the elders of the
church trying to stress me

about tithing.

I'm so sorry, cuz.

And then, I'm tryin' to figure out

what I'm gonna wear to the shower.

I went out and charged
a dress on the card.

Well, as you should.

You've done so much.

You deserve to live a little. It's okay.

I-I did set up another appointment

for the welfare office

right before the shower.

I'm just praying that Ms. Parsons

will push it through this time.

Mm-mm. Go to the male employee.

- And do what?
- Honey, flirt.

Sashay, shake, shimmy.

Do whatever you got
to do to seal the deal.

You think that's gonna work?

Of course.

Now, regarding this stress.

When's the last time you had an orgasm?

That is none of your business, Estelle!

I don't remember the last time.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

See, you need a personal massager.

Oh, my goodness.

I call mine... BOB...

Battery Operated Boyfriend.

- Girl.
- Ooh, girl!

Let me tell you. He's slim. He's single.

And that thing don't talk back.

I'm not having this
conversation with you right now!

I'm just-I'm not doin' it.

Keeya!

Keeya, what happened?

Jimmy. He did this to my sister.

Fuck. This why I've been tryin'
to squash this shit peacefully...

so nobody else get hurt.

Peacefully?

He don't care who he hurt.
Why should we?

When your brother was laid
up in that hospital bed, shot,

what that make you want to do?

Shit, I wanted to burn the
motherfuckin' world down.

Exactly. This ain't business no more.

It's personal.

And he ain't gon' stop
until somebody stops him.

Pusha is a lot of things, but
that nigga ain't unprepared.

I know.

But if it's one thing that
I learned in this business,

they always underestimating women.

I'ma set up a meet with Carter,
and then I'ma kill Jimmy.

Now, you know once you make that move,

ain't no turnin' back, right?

I know.

A'ight, then I'm with you.

Hello.

Have a seat, please.

Nice to meet you, Mrs.-

Uh, Ms. Flenory.

Ms. Flenory.

Well, your paperwork
looks to be in order.

You got an 18-year-old daughter?

I do. I have a very precious daughter.

There's no way you got
an 18-year-old anything.

- And a grandbaby.
- I have two boys also.

Impossible.

No man in the house?

No.

I mean, there was a-a
misunderstanding before.

Well, I'm happy to declare you
have been approved for benefits.

Oh, my goodness. Thank you so much.

Thank you. Thank...

Yeah. You knew better
than to cut me close.

I ain't like you young
cats with these bald fades.

Pops, shut up. You gonna mess me up.

I know what I'm doin'.

Oh, man.

But how you been feelin', though?

I feel like I've been,
uh... I don't know.

Runnin' for miles
through this daze, but...

You know, I don't know.

I guess I'm beginning to feel better.

Yeah. We all just...

We all just want you to be okay.

You know, people tell
you life is a gift.

Full of beautiful things
like... I don't know-

getting' a haircut from your son

or watching your grandbabies grow up.

That's exactly why I
got to get you right

for Nikki's baby shower.

Let me see.

You know how, um,

me and Meech just
signed that new artist.

So we was thinkin' that
we gonna need some help

buildin' out the studio.

And maybe, you know, we
could use some of that...

Flenory touch and sound.

Thank you, but, uh,

music business ain't for me right now.

You know, I need to make a living

with something more sustainable.

I got you. I got you.

Uh...

well, if it means anything,
you're the inspiration

behind the reason why me
and Meech started the label

in the first place, so...

We love you, Pops.

Love you, too.

And school?

I'm gonna be
doing community college here

and keep working at the restaurant

until the baby's born.

But you're not leaving
Clark, are you, son?

No Mom, I'ma keep goin'.

I'm just gonna take off a few semesters

help out with the baby.

Ooh! Lucille!

Girl, you look like a bajillion bucks!

Damn Mama, you look fly as hell.

Listen, I just wanted to look
my best for my new grandbaby.

- And that's it.
- And do we know yet?

Is it a grandson or a granddaughter?

Oh, see, honey, she sittin' low.
That's definitely a girl.

You got names picked out?

Um, well, I'm hopin' it's a boy.

W-we're hopin' it's a boy.

And if it is, I'm naming him Demetrius.

Wait, Demetrius? Are you serious?

I'm not naming the baby after anybody.

I just like the name.

Yeah, but what about Terry? I think...

I think Terry sounds nice.

Terry, you already have a Terry Jr.

Come on now, let's not forget
Charles, a mighty fine name.

Um... how about we play a game?

Yo! Purdy!

I got you some grub.

Shit! Purdy!

Purdy!

Purdy... wake up, okay?

No. Come on. Wake up. Wake up, Purdy!

The Campbell Brothers?

"Jump for Joy." I helped write it.

In fact, I had you in mind when I did.

Thank you so much, Daddy.
Please play it for everyone.

Yes.

Alright, Pops.

I got it.

- Hi.
- Hello.

Uh, what you doin' here?

Here we go.

- Markisha.
- Sweet Jesus, help me.

I brought a gift for
Nicole and the new baby.

Congrats, little mama.

Thank you so much for
being here, Markisha,

but this shower is for family only.

Well, me and Terry are family.

Well, it's my guest list, and it's...

- It's my...
- Okay. Okay, Nikki. Alright.

Markisha, come on. Let's go. Come on.

Bye, Markisha.

Come on. Let's go. Come on.

Alright. Back to the party.

Can I have this dance?

- Yes.
- Hey, now.

Alright.

Hey!

Come on. One monkey don't stop no show.

Alright.

Oh!

Get it, Dad.

Get it, baby.

I'm glad you came.

- Is he ready to talk?
- Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

For sure. Just hold up, alright?

- Alright.
- Yo, Jimmy!

Keeya here to see you!

It's about time you
brought your ass home.

We need all the people we can get.

Fuckin' backstabbin' bitch.

I've rode for you.

Defended you.

You shot my fuckin' sister.

She shouldn't have
been in the wrong place

at the wrong damn time.

Look, I'm sick of you
bitches stickin' your noses

- in men's business.
- I ain't no bitch.

Then why you ain't pull
the trigger yet then, huh?

Look, fuck your sister!

I did more for you than she ever did!

Why are you like this?

Was you bitchin' when
I was in the projects

scrappin' with niggas, huh?

So that you, me, and Carter
and the fam could eat?

Yeah, I know I'm a grimy nigga, alright?

Sometimes that's what it take.

Come on, Kee. You know me.

Alright, Jimmy. But you
got to quit with all this-

- You ungrateful bitch.
- Fuck you, Jimmy.

I should've let your ass starve.

She ain't got shit to do with this.

Nigga, you talkin' like
I won't shoot her, you,

and walk out this bitch with a smile.

Carter!

He was never gonna let you live, Kee.

At least now we can both be free.

I'm sorry, Jimmy.

It had to be done.

What am I gon' tell Ma? Huh?

- Hello.
- Yo, it's Hardy.

- I got your warrant.
- Hot damn.

Oh.

Oh, Lord Jesus. Ooh.

Okay.

Whoo! Some party, huh?

It was so nice. It was just... Oh.

I mean, it w-it was everything.

Nikki was, like, happy. And the song.

You just had folks all on
their feet and everything.

Yeah, I've been feeling so lost, and...

then I heard that song.

- It just...
- Mm!

... touched my soul.

- Yes.
- I've been, uh...

been thinkin' about
going down to Atlanta

to help Tee and Meech
with the studio and label.

You know, I just... I feel so
lost without my music.

Charles!

I think that is so good.
I think it is a great idea.

And now you just...
You sound more like yourself.

You look more like yourself.

Things are lookin' up.

Yes.

Alright.

Now I understand what Grand
Sheik Mooney-Bey saw in you.

Well, Keeya right here
is my new lieutenant.

She gon' take over the Southside for me.

All we want is peace.

Man leads. Woman follows.

You trust her with your
business affairs. Why?

A man might be the head,
but a woman will be the neck.

The war is over.

Sacrifices have been made.

So consider this a new line in the sand.

Then let there be peace.

Imani, Markisha.

Welcome to Atlanta, Mr. Flenory.

Our high-roller tables
are right this way.

Perhaps you would be more comfortable

with the rest of the
women in the lounge.

Perhaps.

Good luck, baby.

Right this way.

Thank you.

Well, aren't you a fresh face?

Come. Sit with me, beautiful.

Thank you.

I like your dress.

And your ring.

Oh.

When did your husband
win the Super Bowl?

'94. Played for the 49ers.

Steve Young did his thing that year.

Mm-hmm.

I'm Markisha, by the way.

Shantel.

- It's nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

So, what's your man do?

We work together. Imports, exports.

And I know you got a full-time job

being married to a professional athlete.

I do.

I am definitely putting in the
OT being Mrs. Tank Hamilton.

But... sometimes it
gets a little boring.

You know what I mean?

I do.

So, what do you like to do for fun?

Well, Tank and I are having
some people over to party

after the game.

You should come by.

We can have some fun together.

Where's it at?

Chatham Hill.

7.7 out.

12 crap. No front line winner.

12 crap.

Hey. Yo. You sure you want to do that?

Look like you bleedin' money, playboy.

Aw, damn!

- 2 crap.
- You know what?

Maybe you ought to
try another dice game,

like... Yahtzee or something.

You over there running
out of chips, my boy.

Aw! You being a sore loser?

Just lettin' the table
breathe a little bit.

Yeah. A'ight. Fuck that. Run it back.

- Hello?
- Hey! Nicole.

It's me-Tee. Yeah, I'm in some trouble.

What kind of trouble?

I-I can't really explain right
now, but me and Meech need you.

- Wait. You and Meechie?
- Yes. Yes.

Me and Meechie need you, but... Look.

It's-it's too risky for me to ask Hoop.

And besides, no one's gonna
expect a pregnant woman.

No. I-I... I don't know, Tee.

Nicole, please. We need you.

Alright. What do you need me to do?

Just go to
LaWanda's house, right?

Point 6. Come on, shooter.

6 easy. One time for the one time.

Oh, look who it is.

Back for more?

Man, shut the fuck up and roll.

7.7 out. No front line winner. No field.

Yahtzee, motherfucker.

New shooter.

Dice are out, gentlemen.

- 11 yo!
- Aah! Let's go!

Hoo-hoo!

Front line winner.

Hey, hey. Come on. Where
you goin' with my money?

Nigga, what money?

Don't get disrespectful now.

Shantel. Come on, baby. Let's go.

Get the fuck out of here.

"Shantel, come on,
baby"? Nigga, you got me-

No. Terry, look. Look, look. It's fine.

He's a hometown hero. He
brings in a lot of business.

We'll get this taken care of.

Laz, come quick.

Sheneneh back.

What kind of weave
she got today, Grandma?

Ooh! Look at that.

- Oh, shit!
- Put your hands up!

Oh, my God!

Stop right there!

Man, fuck off me, man! I ain't do shit!

Yeah? Then why you runnin'?

Yeah, how about we do
some spring cleanin',

see what we can find?

Fuck you, bitch!

Good night, Lucille.

Good night.

Ooh.

Ooh.

My sis! What up, doe?

Oh, thank God you're home!

What-Why you cryin'? What's going on?

Purdy OD'd.

She was mixin' her pain meds with coke.

- Is she okay?
- Yeah.

The medics came just in time.

But look, I didn't want to bother you,

so I checked her into a rehab place.

You did good, sis, okay?

That was real good.

Wait, wait. Meech. Meech.

What? What's goin' on?

There's something I've been hiding.

You know you can talk
to me about anything.

I'm pregnant.

But I want to stay in the life.

I can't keep it.

- Who's the dad?
- Oh, fuck him.

Besides, it's my body and my choice.

And I can't be in the life with a kid.

You right. And I understand.

I-I didn't think you would,
given your Christian upbringing.

I've seen a lot of shit.

I'm not gonna judge you.

Good, 'cause I need a big
brother right now, not judgment.

Um, can you take me to the clinic?

I-I don't have anyone else.

Of course I can.

Don't do it!

Don't do it! Your baby deserves to live!

Don't go in there!

Murderer!

Flight 23
to Miami is now boarding.

Could all passengers proceed to gate 34?

The white zone is for loading

and unloading of passengers
only. No stopping.

Okay. Stay calm.

Just do what Terry told you.

Stop!

Atlanta PD sets
up random checkpoints,

so be cautious leaving the airport.

Man, that ain't mine!

Don't avoid eye contact

with law enforcement, but don't stare.

Don't touch or look at
where the money is hidden.

And just blend into your environment.

Play the part.

Aah!

- Oh.
- Excuse me. C... I'm cramping.

Can I please use your wheelchair?

Of-Of course.

Tina Greene?

You know I got you for life, alright?

I'll be right here.

Thank you, bro... for everything.

Yo, I got to ask Meech where
the hell he got this table from,

'cause it's sturdy as shit.

I know, right?

What room you want to go to next?

Let's go. Let's go to the master room.

Tee.

Yo, what the hell are you doin' here?

I'm waiting on Demetri. ¿Quieres té?

Waiting on Demetri?

Man, what the fuck?

Yo, I thought you was in the Lou.

I was, but what make you think

you can come crash in my
shit without askin' me?

Wait. Hold on. Wait, wait, wait.

Why is Loco here? Oh, shit.

You was gonna close
another deal behind my back.

No, you stupid-ass nigga.

I fuckin' fixed the problem in the Lou.

He came to tell me how
we was expandin' to Cali.

Without runnin' it past me first?

Runnin' it past you first?

The fuck you think you is?

- Nikki?
- Meech.

Thank God you guys are okay.

What you doin' here? What happened?

Tee said y'all was in a tight spot.

A tight spot?

All that shit that
was happenin' in the Lou,

I had to keep gamblin'
to keep everyone eatin'.

Come on.

Dawg, you got our pregnant baby sister

smugglin' fuckin' cash
for your gamblin' debts?

A gambling debt?

Terry, you said you were in trouble!

You'll understand when
that baby come out.

Tee, let's get out of here.

This ain't the way
family treats each other.

You are not family, and
you are just jealous.

And for what? Because I'm-

Because I'm naming the baby Demetrius?

Oh, my God.

I don't give a fuck
what you name that baby.

The least you can do is be grateful

for that cash gift I gave
you for your baby shower.

What cash?

Nicole, I make... I make tea for you.

I want you to stay with me tonight.

Sit.

I got you somethin'.

- What is this?
- Tank's address.

His wife's got a small waist,
but she got a big mouth.

Oh, shit.

Alright.

Sterl got some of his soldiers out here,

so, I'ma hit him up

and see if he can bring
some of the PA boys with me.

Take back what's rightfully yours.

And give me my cut for
giving you that address.

Alright, now, 'Kisha.
Don't get gangster on me.

Like I told you...

we're the real-life Bonnie and Clyde.

J-Pusha? We ain't got to
worry about him no more.

No problema.

His ass six feet under.

But, who's in charge, Demetri?

Uh, mi amiga Keeya.

Yeah. We made peace in the Lou.

She a real slugger.

My boss, Manuel, in
California wants to meet you.

- Your boss?
- Sí.

He knows that I trust you
and that you work rápido.

He's got many distros,
pero no one like Demetri.

Okay. Well, I got a guy out in Cali.

He could help us expand the market.

Okay.

We set it up.

_

Well, look, if there's
anything I can do to help,

just let me know.

_

Loyal, no?

_

Nicole!

Since we eatin' for two.

Oh, I miss you makin' me pancakes.

I miss makin' 'em for you.

You know, things ain't been
the same since you've been gone.

How's Pops doin'? Is he okay?

I think he's gonna be okay.

He's excited about the baby.

You really naming your kid after me?

Demetrius is a strong name.

Even though you put
me in some bad spots...

you're my brother.

You're my hero.

I love you so much, Nikki.

But I'm thinkin' about naming
my own son Demetrius someday.

So what if you were to name
yours something different?

Okay.

Besides, what if it's a girl?

Then what?

It-it has to be a boy.

'Cause... I don't think I ever want

the kind of relationship with a
daughter like me and Mama have.

- What the fuck?
- Burn-out set.

Damn. That's all you benchin', Tank?

Should call your ass Tiny instead.

What the fuck, man? I can't breathe.

That's the point. I want my money.

Come on. I can't breathe, dawg.

An injury to that knee...

that might just take
you out for the season.

Fuck.

Shit. With that caliber...

it might just kill your entire career.

Okay. Okay.

Where's my money, Tank?

It's in the safe... in the library.

I ain't know your dumb
ass knew how to read.

Get the fuck off me, I'll get it.

Get his ass up.

- How you doin', ma'am?
- Hello. How are you?

I'm here to see Victoria Purdue.

Oh, Ms. Purdue isn't here anymore.

She checked herself out.

Wait. What? There has
to be some mistake.

That's correct, sir. She isn't here.

You gonna do 20 years for those.

Twenty?

Fuck.

And we gonna hook up Granny with
conspiracy in narco-trafficking.

But she didn't do shit.

I can get y'all sentences reduced,

maybe even make Granny's disappear.

But you got to help me out.

Man, I ain't no fuckin' snitch.

Okay.

Granny dies in prison.

Man, she ain't deserve
none of this shit.

So what you gonna do?

Your blood... or Meech?

You got a pen?

Everybody has a shadow self,

a version of themself

that can be your greatest
weakness and your worst enemy,

a shadow that conceals
what's really happening.

So bruh was so busy blaming me,

he couldn't see that the
biggest danger he was facing

was one that he created.

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