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Previously on Raising Kanan...

We men, Kanan. Men!

See, that's the work, Kanan.

It's taking responsibility for your own shit.

How come you ain't
askin' me about your Uncle Lou?

Streets sayin' I put him down,

but guess you ain't get that memo.

Fuck is the point in talkin'
'bout shit that can't change?

Kanan! Wait!

If you ain't with me, you against me.

Had to be this motherfucker 'Nique.

He dumped Lou.

Like he was trash.

Like he wasn't even a person.

You ain't cryin' or nothin'.

We all deal with this shit different.

Don't tell me how to hurt.

That was my best fuckin' friend

and y'all killed him for my moms.

We don't even know who or what
the fuck a "Famous" is.

I know shit got fucked up, Stefano.

Ply your trade elsewhere, Raq.

Queens is no longer an option for you.

Fuck Stefano and fuck Queens.

We're going to Manhattan.

So you wanna be in business
in Manhattan?

There's an opportunity here.

For both of us.

I'm gonna be frank with you, Raquel.

This is not the first time
I've been pitched this business.

I'd have to have a big piece.

Nobody ever need to stress
about my money but me.

You stirrin' up trouble, Taz.

You all sour and shit

'cause you think you gettin' passed over.

I am gettin' passed over.

If this police shit is real,

that call on Fame came from the street.

Mrs. Dixon.

I'm Detective Joseph Garcia.

He's been following Juke
around for months,

just trying to mess with her life.

None of what he's saying is true.

You shouldn't be wit' me.

You don't mean what you sayin'
right now.

I do.

Fuck you, Juke.

You know, I can almost
understand Kanan havin' doubts.

That's just who he is.

Not you.

Hell, can't trust any of 'em.

Breeze, Snaps, Pop, Lil' Linguini.

See, they don't need us, Kanan.

They just wanna keep you and me
in the fold for a minute

so our crews don't wild the fuck out

before they put us down.

Can't run away from shit, nigga.

That's my fuckin' problem.

Maybe you runnin' to somethin'.

Where 'Nique?

But what about
everything back in New York?

We're done with New York, P.

We ain't never goin' back.

Who coppin'? Who coppin'?

No shorts. No shorts.

- No shorts.
- Let me get three.

No shorts. No shorts.

These motherfuckers, man.

Shit lookin' slow tonight, brothers.

Fuck outta here, man.
You know this 'Nique's corner.

'Nique here?

Where 'Nique at?

Yo, 'Nique! You here?

Where you hidin', nigga?

Yo, K. You peep 'Nique anywhere?

Nah. I don't see him at all.

Yo, we heard what y'all did to Akbar.

Yeah, that shit
ain't gonna go unanswered.

By who? Y'all?

That shit's funny.

Look, we ain't put your mans
down out in Jersey.

In fact, we been gettin' shit in place

to connect 'Nique and y'all to some work.

But that nigga ain't nowhere to be found.

We just gonna have to make
these moves without him.

I ain't hear shit about us linkin' with you.

Don't matter what you heard, nigga.

This is our corner now.

So either you work for us

or you don't work at all.

This 'Nique's corner.

That's what I'm trying
to explain to you, my man.

You can't run a corner and be on the run.

And 'Nique runnin'.

Well, fuck it. This my corner then.

So y'all need to step the fuck off.

This your corner?

Yeah, nigga.

This his corner.

No doubt.

Shit!

Whoa! Goddamn!

Go! Go! Go!

Corner's yours, baby!

If you ain't got
nobody watchin' your back,

you can be goddamn sure

somebody creepin' up behind you.

But that shit don't matter, nigga.

All yours.

You still gotta get paid.

Still gotta hit that corner, move that work.

Ain't got no choice.

Gotta make it seem like
business as usual.

'Cause on the block, lookin' weak...

same as bein' weak.

This gonna be your home base.

Every night start and end here.

You either pickin' up product
or you droppin' off money.

And it's not just about

your existing clients, Elizabeth.

We wanna bring in
some new customers,

so you'll also be pitching this
as a new service.

And you're gonna get a bigger
piece for anyone you bring in.

Our wins are your wins.

We share that shit.

But it's a different hustle
than you used to.

It ain't just about you no more.

You movin' work.

Our work.

So you need to keep your head up
at all times.

Motherfuckers start
asking you too many questions

or making you wait around,

you get the fuck up outta there.

I'm only offering this opportunity

to a select group of girls, Kirsten.

Ones like you,

who have a good head on their shoulders

and don't fold under pressure.

There gonna be some times
when you just makin' drops,

when it ain't about trickin' at all.

In other words, Fredericka,

you won't be providing escort
services to these customers.

You'll just be making deliveries.

And how much would I get paid

for making these deliveries?

Because you need to make it
worth my while.

My sister wouldn't be talking to you

if it wasn't worth your while, girl.

Ain't gonna lie.

This shit ain't for everybody.

Flossie here think
you cut out for this work.

But if you not, that's okay too.

We just can't have you talking

if you decide not to fuck wit' it.

You're here because I vouched

for your discretion
and trustworthiness, Tiana.

When you walk outta here,

that mouth don't open unless
it's taking a dick in it.

You sure know how
to sweet-talk a girl, Marvin.

I listen to a lot of Teddy Pendergrass.

Clearly.

I need all the money I can get.

Count me in.

Let's do the damn thing then.

Can't tell which one more bootleg...

your car or your crib.

What the fuck are you doing here?

You been followin' me.

Now I'm tracking you, detective.

You must be out of your fucking mind

comin' to my house like this.

Need you to leave me
and my peoples alone, Garcia.

If you think followin' me here's
gonna get me to leave you alone,

you don't have any understanding at all

about how this shit works, Laverne.

You just made things
100 times worse for yourself.

You got a couple of kids
and another one on the way.

Police ain't payin' you enough
for that mess.

Look at how y'all live, man.

You really don't have any idea at all

what kind of fucking trouble
you're making for yourself.

You think I made it
tough for you 'til now?

You ain't seen nothin' yet.

What if I could make shit easier
for you and yours?

What if... I help you out

and you help me out in exchange?

I should just arrest you now.

Or put a bullet in you.

I'm talking about giving you

the kind of help that pay your bills.

You're fuckin' unbelievable.

Go home.

Get the fuck outta here, Laverne.

I didn't hear you say no, though.

Go.

Don't ever come around here again.

You keep protectin' and servin', detective.

I'll see you soon.

Well, that could not have gone
any better.

All of them signed on.

Bitches wanna get paid.

Probably best
if you don't call them bitches.

At least not to their faces.

We just gettin' started.

We gonna need to get big fast,

grab up market share.

Ain't no point in gettin' to the startin' line

if you ain't gonna win the fuckin' race.

Woman after my own heart.

Gotta go meet with this real estate guy.

- Ciao.
- Word.

You're a real character, Marvin.

I'm just me.

You're you. No doubt about it.

If you're available,

I'd love it if you could
join me for a drink later.

This isn't me propositioning you.

I don't never need to pay
for pussy. Know this.

I like to get a clear sense
of the people I'm working with,

and as of now, you and I

are most definitely in business together.

I can fuck wit' a drink.

I'll see you this evening.

So once she brought
Flossie into the mix,

I decided it was an opportunity
worth taking.

Stefano.

Who am I to turn down
an offer to make money?

You get into bed with Raq at night,

she looks like fuckin' Diahann Carroll.

In the morning,
you wake up next to Idi Amin

and he's got a fuckin' knife
to your throat.

I just wanted to tell you face-to-face,

man-to-man,

she and I are working together.

And... all due respect,

I'm not all that interested
in your thoughts on her

or your thoughts on...

on anything else, for that matter.

All due respect. Right.

Yeah, you... you respect me.

That's why you're workin' with the broad

who got me a knife in the fuckin' gut.

You did that to yourself.

You.

You shoulda never tangled
with Jersey like you did.

That was all ego.

Fuckin' pissin' contest with Sal Boselli.

May he rest in peace.

I want you to know

I don't like the idea
of you and her workin' together.

Nothin' more. Nothin' less.

Noted.

Enjoy the trip back across the bridge.

Let's go. Come on.

Come on.

How'd that go?

The fuckin' balls on that guy.

It's like a third-string catcher
from Triple-A

steppin' into Yankee Stadium,

telling Mickey Mantle
how to hit a fuckin' curve.

So I'm thinkin' now...

maybe she didn't take out Fame.

Maybe somebody else made that call.

Police always lyin'.

That's some shit out here
we know for sure:

Five-O stay bullshittin'.

Way they was talkin' 'bout it, though...

Gotta say, I believe 'em.

Then who the fuck did it if it wasn't Raq?

I don't know.

Don't even think it matter now.

Yo, I gotta say I'm sorry to you and shit.

I shoulda never pulled my gat
on you that night like I did.

That was fucked up.

Turns out,

that was the least fucked up
shit that happened that night.

How you feelin' about all that?

Uncle Lou, I mean.

I feel fucked up.

I keep tellin' myself

that he outta town or some shit...

and that he
gonna be back sometime soon.

But it only lasts for a minute...

and then I'm all fucked up again.

Marvin in a bad place.

Barely sleeping.

And... he don't really talk much neither.

He's just... quiet most of the time.

We never really talked about
what happened that night.

Wit' you and Raq.

When you left, seemed like
you was on some craziness.

It's the same old shit.

You know how that go.

Her tellin' me everything
she done been for me,

how all she do is clean up my mess.

Nothin' is gon' change wit' her.

Never will.

What she say about Krystal?

The fuck you think she said?

She ain't have nothin' to do with it.

You believe her?

I don't know.

I don't care.

Raq and me done.

Don't matter what she done
or what she gon' do.

She dead to me already.

You're crazy.

I'm sure y'all niggas heard already.

I'm lookin' for 'Nique.

And anyone who get me to him
gonna get real paid.

This just the down payment.

Whole lot more behind it.

Don't know nothin' about
where 'Nique staying at.

But I heard he in business
with your little nephew.

Kanan?

Him and some other kid. Breeze.

Fuck outta here.

It's what I heard.

I heard the same shit.

This motherfucker Kanan
must be outta his damn mind.

And who the fuck is Breeze?

That was good work last night.

You don't get shook.

That ain't shit you can teach.

It's all good, man. I got you.

Your world about to get
a whole lot bigger.

And your pockets a whole lot fatter.

You takin' all 'Nique's old corners.

Yeah. Crew the fuck up

and get out on that track, my nigga.

Wanna make sure my bike guys
get looked after.

Shit is small potatoes, man.

Taz'll handle that.

What if 'Nique come back?

We gonna take care of what
the fuck we was handlin'

the other night.

Clock runnin' out
on all these old niggas, Kanan.

It's us now. You and me. Young guns.

Everybody else need
to get the fuck out the way.

Even with the cosmetic changes
we've discussed,

this will be a tough sale.

The neighborhood is transitioning.

In the wrong direction.

Well, you was whistlin'
a real different tune

when you sold this shit to me, though.

Tellin' me how this block
was on the upswing

and all of that other happy bullshit.

There was a murder

on this property recently, Ms. Thomas.

That's something I'm required to disclose

to any potential buyers.

It may scare them away.

Look, I need the cash and I need it now.

You find someone
to take this shit off my hands,

and I'll make sure you get
a nice cut of the deal.

I may have a buyer from overseas
who'd be interested.

But he's not someone who'd want a bank

or any other sort of financial institution

involved in this transaction.

If he pay in American dollars, we good.

Kanan!

It's Marvin.

Open up.

You fuckin' with 'Nique? For real?

That motherfucker killed your uncle.

The fuck you hear that?

The block.

And if that shit's true, you and me,

we got a real fuckin' problem, Kanan.

It's not true.

Surprise, surprise, block got it wrong.

Didn't come from nowhere.
Had to be somethin' to it.

The fuck you doin' out here, Kanan?

And who the fuck is Breeze?

Breeze just some Brooklyn nigga
I'm fuckin' with now.

He was talkin' to 'Nique about some work

but it never went past that.

Just talk. That's all.

Far as I heard, 'Nique is gone.

In the fuckin' wind.

How you know?

'Cause we takin' all his shit

and he ain't doin' nothin' 'bout it.

Wait.

That was y'all on 150 last night?

I'm about business right now,
Uncle Marvin.

You should be too.

We got a spot for you if you lookin'.

I know you didn't just ask me
if I wanted to work for you.

I'm just sayin', we always lookin'...

Look, I don't know who Breeze is,

or who the fuck you think you are,

but I know who the fuck I am

and I'm a goddamn gangster, nigga.

That's something you and your
fucking little Pop Warner team

don't know shit about

and won't never know shit about.

Y'all playin' this game, nigga.

I live it, I eat it, I shit it.

I don't work for you, Kanan.

You work for me.

You understand what I'm saying
to you, boy?

I don't give a fuck
how many niggas you drop,

how many corners you take.

You will never be above me

'cause you can't climb that high, nigga.

Hell, you can't even see me!

I'm not workin' with 'Nique

and I don't know where the fuck he is.

But I got shit to do.

Stay up...

gangster.

- Want another drink?
- I'm cool.

- Okay.
- No.

It's been a minute.

Yeah, it has.

Kanan offered you a job?

This little nigga puffin' out his chest

like he invented the fuckin' corner.

Never even heard of this kid Breeze.

Kanan's sayin' 'Nique is on the run.

But I don't believe that.

I mean, you think 'Nique the type to run

when shit get hot?

Lou!

I love you, Lou.

Yo, let's go talk in the kitchen.

I need to get some water.

Just get the water and bring it back here.

I wanna talk in the kitchen.

Is that really a fuckin' problem
for you, Marvin?

You keep circling back on me,

I'm gonna start to think
this means something.

I get feelings fast, Juke.

Why it gotta be more than this, though?

I don't know,
maybe 'cause we like each other.

But maybe it doesn't 'cause...

you're real good at fuckin'.

And I wouldn't wanna miss all that.

You good too.

You're lucky you found me
at Plume tonight, though.

I'm not really up in that spot anymore.

The drinks are too expensive
and my poor ass is on a budget.

We'll skip the drinks next time.

This new kid gotta have connects
in Queens to post up like this.

Fuck does it even matter to us?
We in Manhattan now.

If he here, he messin'
with Stefano and all of them.

And Stefano's still a thorn
in our fuckin' side.

'Nique a thorn in my fuckin' neck.

'Nique gone, Marvin.

Kanan right.

If his corners gettin' took
and his people gettin' dropped

and he ain't doin' shit about it, he gone.

And most likely he ain't comin' back.

You asked me if 'Nique
was the type to bounce

and my answer is...

if he don't see a way
to be top dog out here,

'Nique gonna go find some
other tree to fuckin' piss on.

The nigga ain't runnin', Marvin.
He just movin' on.

You need to move the fuck on too.

Yo. Here we go.

- Yeah, there he is?
- How you doin'?

South Jamaica's favorite son,

Not according to my moms.

Hey, sit, kid. Please.

Sit. Sit. Here, have a little wine.

There.

Yeah, yeah. Your moms, as, you call her,

is why I wanted to talk to you, actually.

I'm assuming you're aware

that she's hung her shingle
in Manhattan?

I don't know what the fuck
that means, Mr. Marchetti.

I'm talkin' to you like
you're a 72-year-old paisan

who's on a fuckin' stat in
and a high fiber diet.

Look, your mother is working
in Manhattan now, Kanan.

She's linked up with Pino Bernardi,

an unparalleled cocksucker,

and this Jew broad, Flossie Siegel,

who's got a stable of whores

that are now moving your
mother's weight around the city.

So Raq not fuckin' wit' Queens no more.

Not as long as
I'm still alive and breathin'.

And I told her as much.

But she found a loophole
in our conversation.

Which makes her feel like Manhattan

is an acceptable place
of business for her.

I mean, long as she not in Queens,

we good, though.

What she's doing is embarrassing to me.

And I don't like to be embarrassed.

I just wanna make sure

that my issues with her

won't become my issue with you.

Because...

things could get messy.

I have way more mess with her
than you do, Mr. Marchetti.

Yeah.

Somehow... that doesn't surprise me.

So this how y'all livin'.

What's goin' on here?

That's my daughter

at her bat mitzvah.

Here.

Her "bat its "? What kind of shit is that?

Her bat mitzvah.

When Jewish kids
turn thirteen years old,

they go to a temple and they stand up

in front of all their family and friends

and they read and sing
and give a short speech,

and then there's a big party after. It's fun.

So all y'all Jewish niggas
step to the mic and spit

when you turn thirteen?

Yeah. I mean, I never
thought about it that way,

but I guess so.

A bat mitzvah.

Okay.

Where your daughter at now?

Shira died about five years ago.

Damn.

I'm sorry.

We don't need to talk about that.

Or me.

I don't want to talk about me at all.

I want to learn about you, Marvin,

because I think you're fascinating.

If you say so.

My job is men, Marvin.

I know them better
than they know themselves,

and in my experience,

most men are too insecure
to accept a woman

in any position of power.

But not you.

You have no problem
working for a woman,

your sister no less,

and that tells me you're either
unusually confident

or uniquely capable

of subverting your ego
to benefit your business.

Or both.

That's impressive.

I mean, it's kind of extraordinary, actually.

Look, I'ma say it again so you hear me.

I don't pay for pussy.

You can't afford this pussy, Marvin.

Not on your best fuckin' day.

What you hear about 'Nique?

That nigga dead for real this time?

I ain't heard shit.

But we out here, steady takin'
his corners and work.

Well, that nigga turn up
at real inopportune times.

How are his people responding

to your movement into their territory?

Got a little pushback.

Pushed back even harder,
if you know what I'm saying.

'Nique is nothin' if not strategic.

So let's not forget that
that shifty motherfucker

played dead for months

while he upended all of our fucking lives.

Having said that,

I'm sure it's apparent to 'Nique

that the current competitive landscape

didn't favor his continued
health and well-being.

And having escaped the grim reaper

the first time around,

he might have opted

not to tempt fate the second time.

What Snaps is sayin'
is 'Nique turned bitch.

No, I'm saying he may have made
a calculation,

a correct one, by the way,

and adjusted accordingly.

Either way, we up and runnin'

and makin' this fuckin' money.

I appreciate you coming over, Marvin.

It was good getting to know you better.

You too.

I'm so sorry about your brother.

In Judaism, when someone dies,

we say, "May their memory
be a blessing."

In other words,
may all your best thoughts

about the person who's no longer here

fill up your heart.

I thought about that a lot
when I lost my daughter.

Street say the same shit
when somebody get put down.

What goes around
comes the fuck back around.

I'm not sure that's exactly the same thing

but I certainly understand
that point of view.

More than you know.

Goodnight, Marvin.

Night, Flossie.

When you hit that corner,

roll up, spray them niggas, and jet.

Ain't no need to linger
or check your work.

It's a message, not a move.

Get in.

My price.

Word.

As soon as I handed that to you,

there was no turning back...

for either of us.

You fuck with me...

I'll kill you.

Just got a lot of feelings about...

what happened to Lou.

And I don't know what to do with 'em.

You've been knowing my family
for forever,

so I just thought...

we could talk.

Or something.

Why don't you talk and I'll listen.

How are you feeling?

I'm sad.

I'm angry.

Don't care about some shit, and...

and care too much about other shit.

Mostly just need to do something
to stop...

all this noise in my head, Pastor Evans.

But the one thing that might do that...

ain't possible right now.

And what is that one thing?

Find the nigga who killed my brother...

and give all this pain to him.

So you wanna talk to the killer.

You wanna share with him or her

your feelings of loss and anger.

It's a him.

Your peace is in you, Marvin.

No one can give it to you
or take it from you.

It's you.

It's God.

To make peace with Lou's death,

you have to find God.

And the only way to do that

is to ask for forgiveness.

I don't need forgiveness.

I need my brother.

Looks good.

Thought you got fired or some shit.

Fuck you talkin' about?

We heard Breeze
been playin' you to the left

for some new kid.

Where you hear that?

We saw your boy, Ricky Roe,
out the other night.

He told us.

Fuck Ricky.

And fuck y'all.

Sorry assholes ain't got shit to do

but talk about the nigga above 'em.

You ain't above us, Taz.

You just the guy who brings us our shit.

Shit!

I'm above you now!

Yo, yo, yo, yo! Yo!

Taz, chill.

Chill.

What the fuck?

You white boys better watch
how you talk to a Black man.

I ain't fuckin' 'round wit' y'all!

Nobody playin' me to the left.

Nobody.

Hey! Hey! What's the 411, kids?

Don't 411 me!

Where have you been?

Just playin' a little...

Trust me, he ain't someone you
wanna see half naked, though.

I don't believe it. Unh.

Nah. He got those liver spots.

You know, that skin condition?

Make him look like Jabba the Hutt.

No, Mark, I mean I don't believe

he would do all that with
someone from the mail room.

- He wouldn't.
- He wouldn't.

You're looking at the new assistant

managing director of sales.

What?

Mark! That's wonderful!

It's-it's incredible!

It's... it's insane.

Why the hell would he do that?

I just landed the company a major client

and he said if I can get
one more like that,

it's worth my salary.

He put you on a salary?

And...

he gave me a secretary.

You good?

No.

I'm not good.

Uncle Lou.

Lou.

You.

Kanan, Raq, 'Nique.

Every nigga under the sun.

I feel the same way.

And I been thinkin' about it a lot, and...

let's get the hell outta Southside.

Just go somewhere

where all this ill shit ain't happening.

Ill shit happen anywhere, Juke.

And I'm the nigga that always find it.

But you know what?

You could go, Juke.

You can leave all this bullshit
behind and...

and you should, I want you to.

Who gon' have your back then?

- I don't need nobody.
- You do.

You do need somebody.

And I need you. I need my father.

How'd I not fuck you up?

I mean, I fuck up everything.

And you, somehow...

this amazing kid.

How'd that happen?

If we not gonna leave,
then I wanna work wit' you.

- Juke.
- The safest place for us

is next to each other.

I don't want that for you.

It's not about what you want!

It's about what I want,
and I want to be wit' you.

Fuck! Why you doin' this to me?

Because I love you.

Shit. I mean...

I love you too.

I love you

more than any-fucking-thing.

I ain't goin' nowhere.

Know this.

I been here before you.

And I'ma be here after you gone.

I'm talkin' to you, motherfucker.

This nigga fuckin' up my count.

Fuck you, Kanan.

Wanna be in the mix so bad,

we gonna throw you in
with the wolves tonight,

see how you do.

Call all these sorry-ass niggas wolves?

Wait 'til you see 'em
when they glass ain't full.

So...

you gonna look out for whatever
customers come through.

Keep 'em liquored up and out the way.

Shouldn't be much.

Ain't many people in here no more.

But...

these hos gonna come and go all night.

You collect they money.

And Riff...

gon' send 'em out with the work.

And look out for you.

Any dramatics, he gon' step in.

Just in case...

there's a gat under the bar near the sink.

Any shit pop off, don't hesitate.

I won't.

I still hate this shit for you.

It's for us.

Hey, yo. Who this?

Marvin told me you was gettin' down.

Didn't realize he was talkin' 'bout tonight.

After all the shit you got to say

about what I do, you here,

workin' for me.

I'm workin' with my dad.

My bad.

Right.

You workin' with Marvin.

Ain't got shit to do with me.

You funny, Juke.

Yo.

How come you look better
every time I see you?

'Cause your eyes keep getting worse.

My Scooby Snacks have arrived.

Gonna be a late one tonight.

Riff got another job for you.

Can't. Flossie hit me.

I got a trick across town.
New guy. Can't be late.

Spoke to Pastor Evans today.

What's Pastor sayin'?

Mostly just listened to me talk about Lou.

But he did tell me I need to find God.

Course he did.

That's the business he in.

You believe in God?

Shit.

I don't know.

Sometimes.

I do. I believe in him.

I mean, it can't just be all
this shit happen by accident.

Someone placed us here for a reason.

Somebody gotta have
a bigger plan for us

than just this bullshit.

Maybe so.

I mean, when shit get ill,

and it seem like...

you ain't got nothin' left,

you start prayin'.

You ain't prayin' to the mayor
or the fuckin' president,

or even Mama to save you.

You prayin' to God.

But maybe you prayin' like that
'cause you so pressed,

start reachin' for shit that ain't true.

Or maybe you so pressed that...

you finally reach the truth.

Shit. Fuck if I know.

Just feel like I'm lookin'
for some shit I lost

and I know I'm never gonna find it.

Keep lookin' anyway.

It ain't even about just Lou.

It's about us. It's about everything.

Maybe...

we all lost, Raq.

And maybe...

we ain't never gon' be found.

You do this shit long enough,

one thing's for sure.

Your circle gonna get
a hell of a lot smaller.

You gon' lose damn near
every nigga you ever trusted.

What's your name?

Whatever you want it to be.

And as tough as it is to lose

all your old friends...

the shit you really need to worry about

is your new ones.

'Cause you can't trust
new friends, nigga.

Not ever.