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Man, don't hurt me, please!

Man, don't hurt me! - Do this shit.

Get that pussy ass nigga up out of here, man.

Pussy ass nigga up out the car.

Get the fuck off, nigga.

Stop!

Hey!

Hey!

Man, don't hurt me.

Please, man, don't hurt me.

Don't hurt me, man.

Hey, man, shut the fuck up.

Keep walking, pussy ass nigga.

Bro, look, man.

Look, bro.

Bro. Look, bro.

Knock up off his head.

Savion?

Kyle, you must be exhausted, working all night.

You had these motherfuckers kidnap me from my house?

Kidnap?

Don't sell yourself too short, Kyle.

I mean, aren't you a grown man?

What the hell is going on, Savion?

Why the fuck are we out here?

Well, this is your baptism.

I don't need to be baptized.

I think you do, Kyle.

We all do.

We all have sinned.

And now it's time to repent.

You had me worried, Keish.

I just blacked out, Ty.

I really ain't been sleeping much lately, but I'm fine now.

I saw Frances giving you them percs at the strip club.

That ain't none of your business, Ty.

It is my business if you my sister.

What the fuck, Keish?

I swear, when I see Frances ass--

You ain't gon' say shit.

We got to skate tonight, and we've been working

our asses off for this.

And I don't need y'all going back and forth over no pills.

That's my issue.

That boy's mama called an ambulance, Keisha.

And I came around before they got there,

and you picked me up.

Thank you.

Ty, I-- I just take them here and there.

They help me cope with the bullshit.

Please don't add to my stress right now.

I'm only adding to it 'cause I care about you, Keisha.

You're not my mama.

Well, let's call her 'cause what you

think Carolyn going to say?

Bitch, my mama is in AA.

She got her own shit going on right now.

I'm sorry, Keisha.

I ain't mean to take it there.

You know I love your mama, and I know she going through

her own shit right now.

And I do appreciate you for letting me stay here.

Any time, friend.

And I'm sorry for snapping at you.

You're my sister, and I thank you for caring.

A lot of folk don't.

I think they're trying to pull the wool over my eyes

with Rome's killing.

You don't think it's him?

I know it ain't him.

His mama admitted it.

What?

She told me that my daddy paid them all

for that boy to take the fall.

What the fuck?

He ain't the only one trying to get money, Ty.

Hey, man, that's some cold ass shit right there.

Man, that's what he do.

He buy people off.

He use his money to get whatever he want.

Or maybe he just cares about you and he just trying

to help you get past it.

You taking up for him?

No.

Okay, 'cause you sounding real sweet on him.

I'm just tryna help you see things a little different.

Honestly, I don't know if I'ma ever talk

to my daddy again or anybody who enables

him or takes his dirty money.

Fuck 'em all.

But I love you, girl, and I'ma ease up on the percs.

Mmm.

I like this.

This is late.

This is cute.

- You know I got you. - Every time.

You do it every time.

I promise.

Hello?

Yeah, this her.

I'll be right there.

Look, look, Savion, I don't know what the hell

is going on, but the church ain't gon' be

too happy about this.

Ah, I knew you had it in you, running your mouth

to the church deacons, spreading rumors to the media,

threatening to go public about Farrah.

Motherfucker, I've known for months.

She stopped trying to hide the shit.

It's like she wanted me to find out.

Late nights at church?

Man, you're a motherfucking hypocrite.

At least a hypocrite got the balls

to have more than one opinion.

Maybe a little cleansing will put us back on the right track.

What do you say, Kyle?

I'd rather not.

You know why you're here.

No, I don't.

Well, let's get you some clarity.

Where's my money, Kyle?

Where's my 80k?

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

It's only going to get worse for you, Kyle.

Where's my money?

I don't know, Savion.

I promise.

I don't know!

Men don't despise a thief who steals to satisfy

his soul when he is hungry.

But should he be found, he shall restore sevenfold.

He shall give all the substance of his house.

Proverbs 6:30-31.

You got one more chance, Kyle.

I don't have your fucking money, Savion.

So be it.

It's time for your baptism.

No!

No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no!

Morning, G Pops.

You drinking already?

It's nighttime somewhere.

I guess.

Look, I put a call in about your prescription.

I'ma stop by the pharmacy while I'm out today and

get you back right by tonight.

It's about time.

I've been in a lot of pain these past few days.

I know, Pops.

I got you, though.

Don't worry.

Can I whip you up something for breakfast?

You want some cheese grits and a biscuit?

No, no, no, I'm all right.

Okay, well, can I play some numbers for you while I'm out?

I heard the jackpot up to, like, $7 million right now.

You know what we could do with it?

That's a whole hell of a lot of money,

but don't worry about the lottery tickets.

I ain't won a day in my life, Fran.

I've spent thousands on these scratch-offs over the years,

and what I got to show for it?

They made pretty good coasters for your beers.

I signed the conservatorship.

What?

Filled out the forms.

Charlie came by last night, and you were out.

So we talked about it, and I had a change of heart.

Are you fucking serious?

Talk about what?

Why'd you let him in when I wasn't here?

He's my grandson, Fran, your brother.

Or have you forgotten?

He's a snake who only cares about money and himself.

Don't talk about your brother like that.

He's putting the house on the market and tryna

get a quick sale before the tax deadline.

Now, he'll be good for all of us.

He got you drunk.

No, the hell he didn't.

Yes, he did.

Y'all went through a whole whiskey bottle.

He got your ass drunk and had you sign the forms.

Now look here, Frances.

Now, I raised you.

You got some good common sense, but you're lacking on respect.

Now, I'm a wise man.

I know how to make my own decision.

I don't go around here forgetting my name

or breaking my hip.

I know what the hell I'm doing.

Well, I hope so!

In 10 years, this neighborhood won't even be here.

Everybody be done cashed out by then.

You selling yourself short.

In 10 years, I probably won't be here.

And so what difference does it make?

It's selfish.

You know, sometimes in life, you got to be a little selfish.

Maybe you should be a little selfish your damn self.

When I get back, I'ma start packing up my shit and

find another place to stay.

Now, Frances, you don't have to do that now.

Frances.

Frances, you don't have to--

Hey, hey, hey, stop.

That's all my stuff!

Ira, we know, your name's on the lease.

Give me my shit.

But what y'all doing with my shit, though?

We're confiscating all the items, ma'am.

You can't just take it.

It's my property.

It's our storage unit.

And in addition to staying in this unit overnight

being completely illegal, you're also behind

on your monthly payments.

We have the authority to confiscate and

auction all of these items.

And how long have you been making this unit

your own personal living room?

I mean, we checked the cameras and

it looks like, for the past week,

you've been making yourself pretty comfortable.

I fell on hard times recently, all right?

My boyfriend's mama kicked me out the house.

I just needed a place to lay my head for a few days.

Which is a violation of the lease agreement

that you signed.

Who even reads the fine print anyway?

It's in big, bold letters at the top, first line,

paragraph one.

Come on, man, what can I do--

What can I do?

In 30 days, it'll be up for auction.

You can try and get it back then.

No, what?

You can't be ser-- come on, man, this is my shit.

- Hey, hey, Tyra. - Give it to me.

♪ Though I'm cocky ♪

♪ Go get it ♪

♪ Run it up and spin it ♪ And spin it ♪

♪ Admit it ♪

♪ Bitch, you know I been it ♪

♪ We done run this bitch ♪

♪ So you know I be the king shit ♪

♪ Yeah, you know I'ma talk my shit every fucking time ♪

♪ And that's on what? ♪

♪ That's on motherfucking period ♪

♪ 337, stand up ♪

♪ Stand the fuck up ♪

♪ Cocaine will flow ♪

♪ We out ♪

Ma'am, there's no smoking in here.

I ain't inhaling it.

Do you have an appointment?

Yeah, with Little Charlie.

Little Charlie? I'm sorry.

But there's no one here by that name.

You know Little Charlie, light skin, nappy hair,

walk like he got a stick up his ass.

What the hell's going on here?

Frances, what the hell are you doing here?

I came to ask you why you hustled our grandfather

into signing over the house.

Frances, this is not the time nor the place

to be discussing this.

Oh, was I supposed to make an appointment?

You didn't make an appointment.

You made sho' to stop by when I wasn't home.

Your running the streets ain't got shit to do with me.

- Where's the form, Charles? - Frances.

Charles, you got 10 seconds to hand over the form.

Or what?

You gon' bring some South Memphis

righteousness to my job?

You know me so well.

Wow.

What the fuck is your problem?

Where's the form?

Frances, this is my place of business.

Get security on the phone.

Get them escorted out.

How long till they get here?

Five minutes?

By that time, your whole office will

be shattered to Reese's Pieces, your favorite as a kid.

Where's the form?

This is destruction of property.

Oh, now you care about someone's property?

All right.

All right, Frances, I'll get the form.

I'll get the damn form.

Hurry that shit up!

This ain't over, Frances.

You right.

It's just beginning.

Hey, y'all validate?

♪ This the real kinky queen of the south ♪

Hey, Keish.

You look good.

We look good.

Where Fran at?

Not here.

Keep calling, and it keep going to voicemail.

So what happened?

Girl, they tryna auction all my shit off.

They got me fucked up.

We really gon' have to win this shit

so I can buy my own shit back.

Well, you ain't follow the rules, so.

Whose side you on, Keish?

Dang.

Whose side you on, Ty?

Girl, what are you talking about?

You can't get your trick to help you get your shit back?

What?

Get 'em, Cowboy?

I know that profile pic anywhere.

My daddy, ain't it?

I was going to tell you.

Tell me what?

What the fuck do y'all got going on?

Nothing. Nothing.

I swear, we ain't got nothing going on.

So what is he sending you money for?

I-- I send him videos, private videos.

I didn't think nothing of it, Keisha.

And it's helping me.

You know they kicked me out.

I'm helping you, Tyra.

I'm helping you.

You sleeping on my couch.

I can't believe you.

You're supposed to be my girl.

Keisha, I am your girl!

I am!

I wanted to tell you, but I--

But you wanted the money, right?

You and everybody else.

After everything I've done for you.

We done came too far, and we gon' get through this tonight.

But after that--

Keish, I'm--

♪ Make a million 'cause I treat it like my B-day ♪

♪ money, bitch ♪

♪ Thank god I'm on the freeway ♪

♪ It's cashback ♪

♪ Burn money, hoe, but I don't play ♪

♪ Bitches ain't eating ♪

♪ Gassy with that intake ♪

♪ Niggas want my pantays ♪

♪ getting cold ♪

♪ You know, before you see me back in bed ♪

♪ And tries to hold it ♪

♪ Always turn to enemies ♪

♪ Put your biggie bet on me ♪

♪ You 'bout to win that, guaranteed ♪

♪ If you taking shortcuts ♪

♪ You gotta cut 'em off ♪

♪ - ♪ Shit.

♪ I feel like Billy Ray ♪

♪ You ain't really got a call ♪

♪ If you ain't talking about it ♪

♪ I take my beat ♪

♪ 'Cause I ain't throwing fades ♪

♪ And they can't take it ♪

♪ So they throwing shade ♪ Throw it then ♪

♪ It don't even matter ♪

♪ Hoes ain't start the sheets ♪

♪ Out here turning out the floor ♪

♪ Made her weight I'm getting ♪

♪ Rich ♪

Fuck.

Police!

Put your fucking hands up now!

If this about my brother, look,

he tried to scam my granddad.

I was just tryna protect my G Pop, man.

Damn!

♪ Yeah you love it

♪ Uh ♪ Yeah, I know ♪

♪ I know ♪ I know ♪

♪ He be wanting a little bit more ♪

♪ Got him from my show ♪

♪ Party all night ♪

♪ All night ♪

♪ Till we pass out ♪ Pass out ♪

♪ Calling on the phone ♪

♪ Woo ♪

♪ Yeah, we cashing out ♪

♪ Down low pay my bills ♪

♪ He can run it up ♪

♪ Run it up ♪

♪ If the vibe ain't right ♪

♪ We ain't pulling up ♪

♪ Pulling up ♪

♪ Money overflowing ♪

♪ Got that double stuff ♪

♪ Got that double stuff ♪

♪ This one for the lady ♪

♪ See these girls ♪

♪ We up ♪

Keish, can we talk about this when--

I ain't got shit else to talk about, Ty.

I should have known, all those times you said how fine he was.

The people closest to you.

That ain't fair, Keish.

Life ain't fair, Ty.

And where the fuck is Fran?

She's supposed to been here 30 minutes ago.

Now, you know Fran gon' Fran.

She going to be here when she good and ready.

Should've signed up with another fucking group.

Hell, I would've been better off with Bria and Olivia.

For real, Keish?

After all the shit we done been through, that's how you feel?

That's exactly how I feel, Ty.

Right now, I just need to focus.

We already behind.

Y'all looking a little short staffed over here.

Where's your pit bull?

You must have left her in the kennel.

Bria, right now ain't the time to be fresh.

'Cause whatever you on, bitch, I'm on that, too.

Oh, damn, Keisha.

Coming in hot.

I like that, but we going to find

out who the big C is tonight.

No more running with y'all scary asses.

Bria, ain't nobody scared of your dry weave having ass.

We got a job to do, and we gonna leave it on the flo'.

So go and crawl back to your little hole,

and get ready to lose.

Yeah, go on.

Bye.

Bitch, y'all corny as fuck.

I'm sick of them, boy.

Now, look, Keish, I know you were upset,

but I always got your back.

Memphis Maniacs, I need you to the floor.

Let's go!

♪ But they move it off alone ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm cashing checks ♪

♪ Y'all, ain't nobody put me on ♪

♪ Stacking every dollar ♪

♪ If you ain't payin' in your own ♪

♪ Back up off me, bitch ♪

Oh, they want this money.

♪ Yeah, I'm calling out ♪

♪ For their job is up ♪

- Let's go! - ♪ Work, work ♪

♪ Huh? ♪ Work shit ♪

♪ I just paid rent ♪

♪ I need my credit expeditiously ♪

♪ Yo, boo ♪

♪ You can keep ♪

♪ Got plenty lined up ♪

♪ Ready to buy me a couple drinks ♪

♪ I'll get your friends ♪

♪ They can't hold their liquor ♪

♪ Ain't no babysitter ♪

Yo, yo.

♪ Getting busy in the gym ♪

Okay.

♪ I see that awesome ♪

Oh, they trying to impress the judge.

♪ I'm so invested ♪

♪ Why, I'm out here getting rich ♪

Dang, that shit was cold as fuck right there.

I've seen better.

Where?

Sometimes, you got to just say shit that ain't

true to hype yourself up, Ty.

♪ Worry about them wrong things ♪

Excuse me, how many teams before G.R.I.T.S.?

Y'all got about five teams before you.

Appreciate it.

Where is Fran?

We ain't had no time to practice or nothing.

Fran about to let me down too.

She still got time, Keish.

She said she gon' be here, she gon' be here.

Southern Belle!

Southern Belle!

Aw, mane! - ♪ Gonna be hot ♪

♪ Then someone - Oh, they coming with it.

♪ Pass what they got ♪

♪ Show what they not ♪ Damn ♪

♪ Two Mexi bitches just popped into town ♪

♪ Get with me ♪

♪ Every night with the rest of your city ♪

Did you see that?

♪ Look, I'm ready yeah ♪

♪ Wait, it's all up in the spot ♪

♪ Then told them, I says, don't make it hot ♪

And they sexy too.

Mona here for you, I guess.

Nah, she performing or some shit.

I don't know.

They ain't doing it for you no more, huh?

Yo.

♪ I really can't wait for my-- ♪

Yo.

♪ Bitches done came at me ♪

♪ Look at my boxers 30 ♪

♪ Come to my block ♪

♪ But I'm making 'em scurry ♪

♪ Don't ask what the ops are, the drop don't worry ♪

I ain't talked to her since the video shoot,

then got the nerve to be calling my phone afterwards.

I had to block her.

Blocking sounds like a great idea.

♪ Talking that shit don't excite me ♪

♪ Tryna be, yeah, just like you ♪

♪ Tryna react to this get up politely ♪

♪ I said, it's so safe that it's really on sight, B ♪

♪ Wait, it's all up in the spot ♪

♪ Then told them, I says, don't make it hot ♪

♪ Then someone pass me my shot ♪

♪ Bonnie and Clyde in the sun ♪

♪ We spent some time on the road ♪

You've reached Rob.

I'm sorry I'm not available to take your call right now.

Go ahead and leave it after the tone.

Peace.

♪ You were my partner in crime ♪

Rob, I've left you three messages.

I text you.

You were supposed to be here hours ago.

♪ I was truly falling ♪

If you'd like to send your message, press 1.

If you'd like to rerecord your message, press 2.

Falling ♪

I'm Robert Enoch, homicide detective with Memphis PD.

You look cold.

Are you cold?

A motherfucker.

Y'all tryna freeze a bitch in here?

Yeah, that's a tactic that we use

that increases anxiety, stress, makes you feel powerless.

Really?

Yeah, no need to lie about it, you know?

I'll keep it real with you.

Hopefully, you keep it real with me.

So what I'm here for?

- Let's go Dawgs! Up next! - ♪ See me

♪ Tease me ♪ Please me ♪

♪ Take me shopping ♪ With me ♪

Let's get it, ladies.

♪ You want to be just like me ♪

♪ But you can't

Oh, this competition is thick.

♪ Want me to say ♪

♪ 'Cause the legal's in my cup when I drank ♪

♪ Tigers on next ♪

♪ We ain't giving them nice ♪

♪ That's that ♪ Got some weight ♪

♪ Come from the freak ♪

♪ You see I can shake ♪

Hey, okay.

Oh, shit.

Y'all just showing out now, man.

I'm getting dizzy just looking at that shit.

Come on, y'all.

Give it up for the Dawgs, Bria, Olivia, and Camille.

Hey, that was a dope ass performance right there, man.

It's going to be hard to beat.

You hear me?

But we still got Orange Mound Pound

and we still got G.R.I.T.S. We're just getting

good right here in Memphis.

So stay tuned.

Come on now.

I think we need to work out a two-person routine.

Girl, we got, like, 10 minutes, if that.

So start paying attention.

Okay, so instead of the Memphis Stomp,

I think we should do the Crazy Legs instead

because the stomp don't look as good if we don't have at least

three people, and Keisha--

No, we ain't got time for all that.

It's too late for that.

We got our routine.

We practiced it.

Let's stick to it.

Just got to go out there and do our shit.

We got this.

Okay.

Yeah ♪

♪ Now ♪

It's the team they all been waiting for,

Orange Mound Pound, man.

Let's go.

♪ But if I am ♪

♪ Let's go ♪

♪ Hating-ass nigga who I'm talking 'bout ♪

♪ Bitch ass nigga who I'm talking 'bout ♪

♪ Hoe ass nigga who I'm talking 'bout ♪

Oh, they got moves.

♪ Talking 'bout ♪

♪ Hating ass nigga who I'm talking 'bout ♪

♪ Bitch ass nigga who I'm talking 'bout ♪

They tryna get this money.

♪ Talking 'bout ♪

♪ Talking 'bout ♪ Talking 'bout ♪

♪ Talking 'bout ♪

- Yeah - ♪ Talking 'bout ♪

♪ Talking 'bout ♪

♪ Talking 'bout ♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Talking 'bout ♪ Talking 'bout ♪

♪ Talking 'bout ♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

- Here we go now. - ♪ Talking 'bout ♪

♪ Talking 'bout ♪

♪ Talking 'bout, yeah ♪

♪ He ain't gotta question who I'm talking 'bout ♪

♪ Look in the mirror who I'm talking about ♪

♪ You ♪ Hoe, what you feel ♪

♪ Who I'm talking 'bout ♪ Huh? ♪

♪ Might see a name who I'm talking 'bout ♪

♪ Right ♪

♪ End of the game, who I'm talking 'bout ♪

♪ Swerve in your lane who I'm talking 'bout ♪

♪ These niggas be lame who I'm talking 'bout ♪

Oh, that was cold right there.

♪ These niggas set a cap who I'm talking 'bout ♪

♪ These niggas can't rap who I'm talking 'bout ♪

This that real Memphis shit right here, man.

Orange mound Pound ain't playing no games.

They trying to take the gold home.

You hear me?

Yeah.

Hey, Ty.

Eddie, what the fuck is you doing here?

I came to support you.

You just told me to go play in traffic, Eddie.

What the fuck is going on?

I was hurt.

We all say things we don't mean.

Okay, uh-huh, Eddie, not right now.

We ain't got time for this shit.

Ain't nobody talking to you, Keisha.

Uh-huh. Don't talk to her like that.

Yeah, you better get your mans, Ty.

My bad.

Look, I just wanted to wish Ty good luck, that's all.

I hope you win.

Do your thing, Tyra.

Thanks, Eddie.

How did you get the Hellcat?

I bought it from somebody.

Ooh, shit.

Those valet tips must be bussing.

That what the kids say nowadays?

How did you--

I know everything about you, Frances.

You see, that car you stole was a police vehicle,

and the guy you stole it from works in narcotics.

It was an undercover vehicle.

And I know you checked for bugs,

but tracking devices that we got,

way too advanced for Stuart, the mechanic.

So I'm going to jail?

That depends on you.

Wait, do you think I want you?

Naw.

Hell, naw, I don't want you.

You ain't nobody.

You just a runner, the help.

No offense.

I'm a little offended.

I want your boss, the big fish.

Who's that?

Savion, yeah.

See, I've been investigating his ass for 10 months.

Carolyn, right?

On paper, the IRS thinks he makes under six figures.

Who's this?

The church's bank records for your business loan.

I got ahold of his financial records,

and it's clear to me that he launders money through

the church, that he uses non-profit funds

to live a certain lifestyle.

And you're the newbie into the organization.

And you work with Boog--

Boogie, is it?

Well, if you know all is, what the hell you need me for?

Well, because it's not about what you know.

It's about what you can prove.

And Savion, he's really good at keeping his hands clean.

But with your help, I can bring him down.

I ain't no motherfucking snitch.

I knew you'd say that.

And I checked your file, and it turns out

that you're still on probation for theft

for another few months.

With these charges, you're looking at five to seven years.

Five to seven years?

Five to seven years.

But you tough, though, right?

I can't go back to jail.

You should have thought about that shit

before spinning the block in a hot ride.

But the offer's still on the table.

Listen, when you understand that your loyalty isn't

with Savion or Boogie and it's with your grandpa,

then you let me know.

But in the meantime, I'm gonna go

tell them to turn the temperature

down another five degrees.

Ladies and negroes, the competition is just heating up.

Don't get scared now, man.

This next group is homegrown.

I'm talking about my young gunners.

These ladies, I've been knowing them since they

were about yay high.

Come on, y'all, give it up for the Girls

Raised In the damn South.

You ready?

Let's go.

Let's go, ladies.

Let's get it.

♪ I just want to show you ♪

♪ A little more time in the middle ♪

Come on.

Show them what you about.

♪ All the money in the world ♪

♪ wouldn't change how I feel about you ♪

Oh. Oh.

♪ How I feel about us ♪

Yeah.

♪ Good loving ♪

♪ Yeah, good loving ♪

♪ When I'm with you ♪

♪ I'm losing control ♪

Oh, they got some moves, man.

♪ Show some tunes ♪

♪ What your body can do ♪

They one short, but they killing shit.

♪ You take me higher, higher, higher ♪

Get them, ladies.

♪ It's physical ♪

Look at that there.

♪ I just can't let you go ♪

Oh, they got the crowd all blinging.

Let's go.

Let's go.

♪ I don't want you back ♪

♪ I need you ♪

♪ You're my soul ♪

Oh, man.

Them my girls right there.

That was a dope ass routine right there.

You hear me?

Come on, y'all, show us some love.

I might need to be they manager.

You hear me, man?

All right, now, y'all, I want to thank everybody

for coming out tonight to the first ever

Palace Skaterade competition.

Yeah.

Yeah, y'all showed up and y'all showed out, man.

You hear me?

The competition was strong tonight.

Most of y'all looked good, but some of y'all need to stay

up out them flea markets, man.

Your fit just wasn't fitting tonight.

You hear me, man?

But seriously, though, the judges have spoken

and we have an official winner in the building, man.

You hear me?

You hear me?

The winner of the Palace Skaterade Competition is--

The winner is--

Orange Mound Pound.

Give it up.

Give it up.

I'm sorry, Keish.

I know this meant a lot to you.

We did our best.

Keisha, say something.

Orange Mound Pound!

Orange Mound Pound Orange Mound Pound!

Orange Mound Pound Orange Mound Pound

Yeah!

Hey, hey, look, man, hell of a job.

I wanna repeat-- hell of a job, man.

Now we got a special performance

from one of my favorite artists out the Memphis trenches, man.

Give it up.

Who a superstar?

Bonafide.

Let's get it, Memphis.

Yeah.

- Va ♪ - Yeah!

I get it.

Y'all with me?

Okay?

Yeah.

♪ Broke up with my ex ♪

♪ Now she mad ♪

♪ Laughing all the way to that bank ♪

♪ Y'all boys going out sad ♪

♪ Broke boy, blame it on your dad ♪

♪ Broke up with my ex ♪

♪ And now she mad ♪

♪ Laughing all the way to that bank ♪

♪ Y'all boys going out sad ♪

♪ Broke boy, blame it on your dad ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Ladies, I see you in your bag ♪

♪ in your bag ♪

♪ They so pissed ♪

♪ They don't understand ♪

♪ They ain't talking about it ♪

♪ Buy that girl some land ♪

♪ Fuck a bag if you love her ♪

♪ Hey, boy, you want my rag? ♪

♪ Making history and I ain't playing ♪

♪ So many women and they playing ♪

♪ Don't bother ♪

Oh, shit.

Get off me, man!

Get off me!

Get off me, man!

Shit, man. Not again.

- Get off me, man! - Help!

Police!

Call the goddamn police!

Help!

♪ True love ♪

♪ Sho is hard to find ♪

♪ Yeah, heading down the road ♪

♪ It's a dead man's time ♪

What can I get you, darling?

Whiskey on the rocks, please.

Are you sure about that, Ms. Taylor?

Well, ain't I the one doing the tipping?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Shit.

♪ It'll last forever ♪

♪ Until the day you die ♪

Let's do a double.

♪ Love, it make you feel so good ♪

♪ True love gon' make you feel so good ♪

Eddie shot Bonafide.

What?

Deja.

Deja.

Where did he get the gun from?

Come here, baby. Come here.

Are you okay? - What happened?

I don't know.

I'ma talk about it later, baby.

Glad you're okay.

Come on, baby.

Come on, come on, come on.

You want me to be an informant?

You're catching on.

And all the charges will be dropped?

As long as you stick to the agreement.

But if you tip him off, I will prosecute your ass to

the fullest extent of the law.

I have one question for you, Detective--

Enoch.

Enoch.

You're a homicide detective, right?

So who murder you investigating?

Jerome Huntley.

You know him.

You think Savion had something to do with it?

♪ I've been falling ♪

♪ Can somebody hear me now? ♪

♪ Can't tell if I made a sound ♪

♪ I've been ♪

I don't know where he is, and he's not picking up his phone.

Savion's a thief, a liar, and a false prophet.

Yeah, he'll turn up.

But I don't know if he's a killer.

I don't think he's stupid enough to do it himself.

But what I do know is that Jerome worked for Savion.

I'll pray for him.

So there's motive.

♪ Shit goes south ♪

♪ We straight ♪

♪ Me and my niggas, we teleporting ♪

♪ We out flying away ♪

♪ If shit goes south, we straight ♪

♪ Take a trip around the sun ♪

♪ We fly in an airplane ♪

♪ If shit goes south, we straight ♪

♪ Me and my niggas, we teleporting ♪

♪ We out flying away ♪

♪ If shit goes south, we straight ♪

♪ Sliding in real tight ♪

Damn, Keish.

That's how you feeling?

You ain't been making much progress.

It's been nine months.

Yeah, that's because no one wants

to be labeled as a snitch.

And the only evidence I have is the description

of a dark sedan and a small set of keys

with a paw print key chain that was found at the crime scene.

It could be to a locked storage gate.

I don't know, but what I do know

is that when we find out where these keys come from,

we find Jerome's killer.

All right, baby.

Come on.

Let's take it to my place.

All right, Ty.

Let's go.

I'll take another one.

All right, now, Raymond, I'm gonna have to cut you off.

Come on.

You know we got rules.

Rules are made to be broken.

Plus, I got a big tip.

You better take care of me on that tip now.

I got a seven-year-old.

What's the occasion?

Lost my job today.

Motherfuckers fired me after 10 years.

Smoked a little bit of weed that was laced.

Failed my piss test.

Now I'm pissed the fuck off.

Well, join the club, Raymond.

I just found out that I just failed nursing school.

Yeah, I lost my scholarship and everything.

Sounds like you need to drink your damn self.

I wish.

Where you was working at?

I was security at an armored truck company.

You think the drinking gon' make you feel better?

Hell, no.

It only distract me from what I really want to do.

Which is what?

Run up in there, take everything that I

deserve, plus a little more.

So what's stopping you?

They'll know it was me.

I already done gave them 10 years.

I ain't tryna give the state another 25.

How much they carry?

Shit, at one time?

5, 10 million.

Enough to set you straight for life.

You and your daughter.

Would you like another round?

Okay ♪

♪ Coming from the top of my dome ♪

♪ When I'm dropping my own type of style ♪

♪ And ain't nobody stopping ♪

♪ My rise to the very top ♪

♪ Hit them up with all I got ♪

♪ Superstar, no, I'm not ♪

♪ Green weed, black glock ♪

♪ Everybody want a piece ♪

♪ Dirty like a pair of cleats ♪

♪ Niggas run their mouth a lot ♪

♪ Like bitches and parakeets ♪

♪ Whoa ♪

♪ How you want me pimping? ♪ Whoa ♪

♪ I'm so cold with it ♪

♪ Make other boys want to do it ♪

♪ Just because I did it ♪

♪ I'm like a legend ♪

♪ Or some kind of prophecy ♪

♪ Sent here to set you free ♪

♪ Press play and follow me ♪

♪ Into another world ♪

♪ Deep inside your own soul ♪

♪ This shit here way bigger than tattoos and cornrows ♪

♪ It's not about making dough ♪

♪ Not about no faking, yo ♪

♪ Not about who rich or poor ♪

♪ Not about who niggas know ♪

♪ This here about you and me ♪

♪ This here about poetry ♪

♪ This here about who we be ♪

♪ If you in here with me ♪

♪ Keep your ears wide open ♪

♪ Watch this ♪

♪ All real, no joking ♪

♪ Throw your motherfucking hands up in the air ♪

♪ If you feel me ♪

♪ Throw your hands up in the air ♪

♪ Better keep your ears open ♪

♪ Watch this ♪

♪ All real, no first aid ♪