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No way. Fucking Trippy Bacha, looking like a boss, surrounded by bitches.

That's what we should be doing, bro.

Looking like pimps, in the hood, bro,

dominating shit with a bunch of weed and girls by our side.

- Sweet fucking rides. - You have any cash?

Nope. I'm broke.

I have a feeling, bro, things are getting better, dog.

No, Bubble. You can't get up.

I'm at 110%, freaking Ugly.

I'm Data, bro.

- It's your fault for saying... - You're awake, bro!

Bro.

Dude, we thought they took you to the MP.

- Flex shit himself. Right? - Yeah, bro. Fuck off.

No way. What's up with that guy on the cake?

That's you, bro.

That shit is dope. Nice touch, guys.

- What am I looking at? - New followers, pa.

- We have to seize the moment. - Good job.

Ugly wants to drop a single, with a video and all.

I'm trying to tell him, without money best we can do is something honest.

That's cool, but imagine something modern, Bubble.

- Blunts... - Yeah!

Girls, a sick ride hopping around, you know.

- Let's go, bro. Let's do it already. - No, no. Take it easy, slow down.

Dude...

We can't start balling until you are at 100.

I'm at one hundred, freaking Flex, dude.

I'm Ugly.

What up with you, Ugly?

Ugly doesn't feel. He just makes cash with his feeling.

Don't talk in the third person, man. It's super weird.

What do you want me to say?

That I'm sick of living at my mom's

'cause I can't even buy some fake Jordans from Bubble.

Or that I miss Trojans.

That it pisses me off being another statistic in this fucking city.

Or that I hate working at Speedy Mart. What do you want me to say?

That.

- What? - We should do it in the Speedy Mart.

Something about a guy drowning in this fucking capitalist system.

Like Oxxo, from Gabriel Orozco.

I have an idea.

Let's paint him in green.

Hell yeah.

No, no, no. No!

If we do something at Speedy Mart, I'll get fired. Can't do it.

And that bullshit about painting me in green, hell no.

I'm Ugly, I decide. And I decide no.

I don't know why I listen to you fuckers.

I look like an asshole.

We should be balling, on a rooftop, like the others.

All the tough guy rappers do that on their first single, Ugly.

This will break the mold. It's going to kick ass.

Can I at least get my chains and a joint?

Victim of capitalism, yes, but a boss.

Hey, man.

What's up? What's going on?

What do mean, you're fucking with my cake.

Where did you get that cake, Damian?

Sorry, Normita.

Well, isn't that great, you're feeling well enough to be eating.

It's the last time, you hear me?

Are there any of those for me?

No, not for you.

Just relax or I'm going to restrain you to the bed.

I'll send somebody up so they can reconnect you.

What the fuck?

That's my Normita.

These little pills, they're the real shit, papi.

As soon as I get out, my customers go, "You have the strong ones?"

And yeah, I let them go for the right price.

Come on, man, hook me up.

I'll restock it when I get back, dude.

Okay, dude, but only because it's to welcome you.

Hell yeah, bro.

Can't take a single day off If you want to succeed

They didn't believe in me But I never doubted

The devil's calling me But someone in heaven praying for me

Someone prays for me Man of the house since I was a kid

So my mom would need for nothing I remember when we had nothing

Now my closet has Gaultier, Balenciaga I'm the baddest in all of Guerrero

They call me Ugly not for my looks But because the others look bad...

Cut!

You're going to put Speedy Mart products on my body?

Yeah. The theme is antisystem, Ugly. Get with it, bro.

- What's up, freaking Hulk? - No, this is fucked, dude.

We said our first single would be the two of us,

on the streets of Guerrero rapping like ballers. Remember?

With what money? This is something honest, dude.

Trust us.

- Good afternoon. - No, no, Clau I got it.

What can I get you?

We're trap artists.

We're shooting a badass video.

That's is my creative director, Data, and my music producer, Flex.

Check us out on Instagram, Ugly Music.

- Can I take a selfie with you? - Of course.

Can I get some cigarettes, please?

Thank you.

Tag me.

What the fuck, dude?

- She asked for a selfie, dog. See? - Right on.

She came in a few hours ago. Overdosed on sleeping pills.

It's a miracle from the Virgin this beautiful creature is still alive.

Unfortunately, she won't be waking up from this coma for many years.

Damn you! What did you do to my baby?

She's dead! You killed her!

This is medical negligence and I'm going to sue you!

All of you!

And especially you, Dr. Mendieta!

Grow a pair, Doc. Don't put up with that shit.

Hell yeah.

Don't be an idiot, dude.

Damian.

Listen to me.

If you die in here from an overdose, I'll get fired.

Give me that.

Give it here.

Hand it over.

That sucks.

I feel like Kanye Very few people understand me

I got diamonds on my mind

I like big asses And stacks of green to spend

Pour a drink out for the fallen

Many in my hood are no longer with me

- Dude, why'd you stop? - Yeah, bro. Shit was looking great.

That chick from earlier tagged me.

What's up?

"Here with the next Kanye."

Hell yeah.

"Or better yet, Speedy Kanye?"

What the fuck?

She even put the Speedy Mart uniform on the green, look. Fuck!

- I'm telling you I look like an asshole. - It's not finished yet.

Hell no. This honest, antisystem bullshit, it's not me. It's not Ugly!

Sure, bro. Because your idea of a kick-ass video

is kids throwing money out the window, which we don't have, dude.

That's Ugly, right?

Guys, let's just take five. Okay?

Make it ten, bro.

I'm literally doing the best I can with what we got.

- That guy is being a pain. - I know.

I'm demanding my medication.

Can't you see I'm all fucked up?

You just give me Tylenol.

I'm going to sue you for medical negligence, you fuckers.

This isn't the clinic in a soap opera, buddy.

It wasn't bad though, was it?

Well, yeah. But that's not the point. The point is that you're an addict.

I'll leave it to your conscience.

What's up, bro?

What's up, Ugly? How are you?

Not good, bro. We're filming at the Speedy.

- You need something, papi? - Yeah, bro. This shit is fucked up.

We couldn't do my idea with the rooftop and Snoop Dog.

We can't without any cash, bro. Data says we have to be honest.

To use our weaknesses as strengths.

Bubble, who the fuck wants to see me rapping at the Speedy Mart?

Don't worry, papi.

I'm going to get it together and head over.

No, bro. It's all good. Get better, dog.

Sure you don't need me?

Fuck yeah.

What's up?

Sorry for yelling at you and for calling you a misogynist,

for wanting girls and beer in your video.

Sorry for exploding.

For the post.

Honestly, I feel like you and Flex have been hiding

something the entire day, like a plot.

And now I know why...

- You two are fucking around. - What? Get out of here.

I noticed it a while ago, with your Ariel Orozco.

- It's Gabriel. - See? Relationships in a crew are toxic.

Are you jealous, or what?

Fuck that. Jealous of what, Flex? Chill out. Of your Ariel Orozco?

We told you, it's Gabriel.

- And yes, I'm jealous. - Of your dad.

If you want, I'll get you a date with my Esther.

- Yeah. - Just don't abandon me.

You're acting more and more like my father.

Guys, enough.

Stop fighting like little kids. Are we gonna work or what?

I have an idea.

- What, you dick? - You, dick.

Fucking radioactive man.

Damian.

What's up?

How much you think one those pill bottles will sell for here?

I'm not sure. But for a nice chunk.

I want to help out my crew, bro.

And for this, you have to help out papi Bubble.

I swear, if this goes well, I'll get you your cut when I have it.

- Right on. - Hell yeah, bro.

Alright, dog. You're going to create a distraction,

pretending you are all sick. You know the drill, bro.

And then I sneak out to the nurses station,

where they keep all the pills.

DRESSING ROOM

When I get to the drawer, steal only one bottle.

So no one notices.

And then we're in. I can make enough for Ugly's video,

and your cut for helping out. What do you think, homie?

Bubble.

Bubble.

You hear me?

What, what?

What am I going to do, tackle you? You're a big boy.

You know what you're doing.

If they ask you, though, I saw nothing, right?

Yo, what's up? Talk to me, Bubble

Directly from Guerrero, bro

One for my hood, my clique, my fam

Two for those on the corner hustling

Three for the homie So we always have weed

Four, for the bitches Four for the bitches

Cut.

Data, what the fuck?

- We have to do it over. - Again?

We did it like five times, bro.

Are you taking long? I have a customer.

Aurelio, imagine he's your son.

I need you to give me something.

Ugly, remember, this is your father.

He went out for some smokes and never came back.

This is bullshit, bro.

Motherfucker.

Dude, all day you've been saying that my ideas are bullshit.

Why'd you bring me in if you don't trust my vision?

I get it. But do we have to talk about my old man?

This is my life, Data, not MTV.

Bro, This isn't just your life, man.

It's the life of all the kids out there whose dads and never came back.

It's the same cliché.

No. My life is not cliché, bro.

Come on, Ugly.

Are you crying?

Fuck that. I'm outta here.

Dude.

I think we touched on a sensitive subject.

Are you really leaving?

Yeah, buddy. I have to be with my crew, dog.

I have to help them now or never. You feel me?

Well...

I hope to see you again, Bubble.

You're the man, papi.

You too, dog.

Damian, you know why I go this tattoo here?

It was the day I sold my first pair of Air Force.

That day I understood

that I was never going to work for the bullshit system.

No looking back. Changing all the fucking...

My boy.

Rest little buddy, rest.

What's up, Ugly? Where to?

I'm right here.

That was fun the other day. Wasn't it Sucio?

- Fuck yeah. - Fucking punks.

- You sent my boy to the hospital. - Relax. That's not why we're here.

I wanted to tell you have all it takes, in music.

You have a real future. Your song got me back together with my son.

I have a present for you.

Remember the bars I stole from you in the studio?

Here, this is yours.

Some advice.

In this business, you have to work every angle.

Fuck it.

See you.

Let's bounce.

- We really made a mess. - Yeah, hope Ugly doesn't get fired.

- No, bro. - That guy really pissed off.

What the fuck? What happened to all the cigarettes?

Flex, where's that idiot, Ugly? I'll fire that motherfucker.

Don't worry, I'll pay for them.

Your girlfriend?

No. She's in my crew.

Your what?

It's just a professional relationship, man.

What happened to all the soups?

He'll pay for those.

What's wrong?

Why the scared puppy face?

Esther, I don't like to talk about this, 'cause I don't want to dwell on it.

But I want you to know that I'm not going to leave like my dad.

What are you saying, Ugly?

I told you that your father didn't take off.

I left his ass.

When I was kid, you told me he went out for smokes, right?

It's a saying, that's all.

Your dad had asthma.

That fucker couldn't even breathe well. Much less smoke.

Here.

Look, your father didn't give a shit about us.

He didn't care.

But you aren't your father.

Sure.

Good.

Trojans?

They only get close to the cactus when it has prickly pears.

What?

They only get close to the cactus when it has prickly pears.

Hey, young man.

Hey, young man?

Do you know where I can find cactus and prickly pears?

No. I have no idea.

So...

How much did they charge you for the soups?

Two weeks pay.

Look, Data, what I said to the boss back there...

- Flex... - For real.

- I... - What's up, bro?

- Fucking Flex, how you doing? - What's going on?

No way, freaking Data.

Welcome guys. What's the deal? Where's Ugly?

Data has a metaphoric idea. Really cool.

Right on, man.

He only wanted another misogynistic video.

- No, he just wanted to look cool. - So you're saying my idea wasn't cool?

No. I didn't mean to say that.

Something is up with you two.

Relax, you guys.

Besides, uncle Bubble has fixed the problem.

If I get to sell this shit on the street,

we're fucking rich.

And the half of the bottle that's missing? You took it?

Homies, what's up?

- What's up, man? - What's the deal?

- You better, bro? - Papi.

Hell yeah. This?

It's the solution to all our problems. All of them dammit.

Data, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that I behaved like an asshole with you.

An asshole. From here on out, we're going to do things

that have cool metaphors like you want.

But also with heart. That's Ugly.

Flex, we're going to make a hit, bro. A mean fucking hit.

A hit that makes all the girls dance.

That gets the whole club grinding. Fuck it. I'm...

I'm fucking fed up of Ugly's crew worrying whether there's money,

whether we can afford things. Fuck it! Enough!

Like Data says...

Fuck the phallocentrism.

This is it, bro.

What the fuck?

What the fuck, man?

Can't take a single day off

If you want to succeed

They didn't believe in me But I never doubted

The devil's calling me But someone in heaven praying for me

Someone prays for me

Can't take a single day off

If you want to succeed

They didn't believe in me But I never doubted

The devil's calling me But someone in heaven praying for me

Someone prays for me

Man of the house since I was a kid

So my mom would need for nothing I remember when we had nothing

Now my closet has Gaultier, Balenciaga I'm the baddest in all of Guerrero

They call me Ugly not for my looks But because the others look bad

I feel like Kanye Very few understand me

I got diamonds on my mind I like big asses and stacks of green

Pour a drink out for the fallen

Many in my hood are no longer with me

Yo, what's up? Talk to me, Bubble

Directly from Guerrero, bro

One for my hood, my clique, my fam

Two for those on the corner hustling

Three for the homie So we always have weed

Four, for the bitches Four for the bitches

One for my hood, my clique, my fam

Two for those on the corner hustling

Three for the homie So we always have weed

Four, for the bitches Four for the bitches