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All right.

Now that you have completed your two-month sentence

at Alameda County Jail, Santa Rita,

you will proceed to a halfway house facility

to begin your one-year probation period.

You will have an 11:00 p.m. curfew,

maintain employment, carry out assigned chores.

Do not travel outside of Alameda County,

and have zero altercations with law enforcement

under any circumstances.

Any infraction, fighting, drug use, et cetera,

will result in immediate return to Santa Rita.

Mr. Hoskins. Mr. Hoskins. Mr. Hoskins. Mr. Hoskins.

Give me a verbal confirmation that you've heard

and understood these parameters.

Yeah.

Hmm.

That does not taste the same.

- Like, that is not a fry! - They're wedges now.

- I'm into that. I know. - What the fuck is...

- Umami ketchup? - Umami.

- Umami? - Umami ketchup.

I fucks with these wedges though.

Yeah, you would.

This ain't the old Kwik Way at all.

Y'all get Nak's text about a work party on Friday?

- Yup. - Y'all trying to go?

- No. - Damn.

- Oh, what is this? - Whoa!

- Oh! - Oh!

You got a little yistol, bruh? Yes!

- Hey, hey, I would like to get out. - Yes! Look at this!

I've got the better one in the glove though.

- No, no, no. - Oh! Oh!

Somebody's gonna have to let me out, 'cause this...

- It's no... I don't have a door back here. - Yes!

Nigga, I got three days left

on this probation, Miles, so let me on out of the car.

Come on, man, you gotta let me hold one of these.

I say that...

You can continue with your gun deal.

Yeah, one by each of Collin's feet.

- Hey, Collin, grab them right... - What? No! I...

Two right quick. Hey, man, get what he talking about.

Come on, quit being a bitch. Grab them right quick, man.

This is what we're doing now, then.

There one in that little visor thing right there.

- The visor? - Yeah.

Of course there's one in the visor.

Whoa! My goodness, gracious me.

- The one in my pocket. - Look at... Very nice.

Nigga, why are there six guns in your car, Dezz?

- Oh, Collin, man, I like yours. - Right here, this is not mine.

Also, stop pointing that shit at me.

- They're not loaded, bruh. - Those are fo sho loaded.

- Okay. See? - Oh. Okay.

Right, curfew. It's almost 11:00.

I ain't trying to go back to jail.

- $200 for Collin's gun. - Please let me out of this fucking car!

Not Collin's gun.

Let the record show this is not Collin's gun.

All right. Give me that. Oh, that is fantastic.

Oh, shit! Get the fuck out. I just got a Uber pick up.

You got a...

Motherfucker, is this an Uber?

Hell, yeah.

- Money everywhere I can get it, homie. - Oh, my goodness.

I respect that.

You're no Kwik Way.

Oh. You got a vegan burger.

Why the fuck would they give me a vegan burger?

Sorry, did you specify meat?

If you want a beef patty, you have to specify meat.

- Why? Why the fuck... - It's okay. We don't have to...

- ...would I have to specify meat? - It's all right. It's really okay.

Not everything's a fight.

Take your motherfucking ass over there and take the...

You're not impressing anybody.

All right.

- Tanner, you have a good night. - What?

Hey, why the fuck you get that gun, though?

It's 2:00 a.m., right?

Somebody tries to break into the house.

My son's there. My girl's there.

What I'ma fight them off with, a potato wedge?

♪ Grand opening of the new Kwik Way

Hey.

♪ Wish I knew a quicker way

♪ Whips is sweet, getting tooth decay All these candy cars

♪ Look like they owned by fancy stars

♪ Just some motherfuckas Pullin' up on the boulevard ♪

- Hey. - Y'all look cute.

- That's adorable. - Y'all a real sweet little couple.

You like... If you like white boys,

he's not available. You don't want him.

If you don't want him, my bruh right here fo sho need a female.

I hope there's trouble.

♪ Oakland city, pity

♪ New to the view, might get a bit dizzy

Okay.

♪ Gillespie

♪ Paid on a blade like Gretzky

- Hey. - ♪ Paid off a blade like Wesley

Hey!

♪ Three more days till he free, though

- -♪ Three more days till I'm free, though

♪ Then I'm moving up Hope I move enough

Hey.

♪ Money in my pocket We get paid just for movin' stuff

Like that. Yeah, I like that.

♪ Money in my pocket

♪ We get paid just for movin' stuff ♪

Nah.

In this fucking moving truck.

Shit.

Hey, man, do me a favor.

When you got that gun on you, just don't tell me about it.

Plausible deniability.

What gun are you talking about, Collin?

- Oh! Oh, do you mean this gun? - Stop waving that shit around!

This gun right here?

- This one right here, bruh? - Get the fuck out. Get out.

I gotta go.

- Curfew, nigga. Shit. - Good night, Collin.

- I love you, man. - Yeah. Dick.

♪ Come on, come on, come on, come on

♪ You fucking light, come on ♪

Fuck.

Yo! Yo, bruh!

Stop!

What the fuck?

- Stop! - Don't shoot!

Don't shoot! Don't!

Hey! Let's go.

Hey, wake up! Let's go! Move! Move!

Fuck!

11:00 p.m. is a required curfew, Mr. Hoskins.

It's 11:09 and you have bathroom duty this week.

Is that understood?

Verbal confirmation, please.

Mr. Hoskins.

All right, enough Tarzan. Let's get ready for school.

- Before Mama gets ya! - Did my part.

Boy, here. Sit up. Sit up. Please. Please, sit up.

Let's get these shoes together.

I, uh, saw the cops kill a nigga last night.

Ooh.

What you mean you saw it?

Dude runs up past the truck and then the cops came up, shot him.

- Is he dead? - Oh, yeah, he dead.

They shot him like four times.

I mean, that don't necessarily mean he dead.

Not like they shot him 14 times like that motherfucker out in Milwaukee.

- Miles, not helpful! - What was that dude's name?

What was his name though? I'm trying to...

- It was like... - Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm good.

Yeah.

Oh. Oh. Oh. Okay. Okay, all right. It wasn't about you for two seconds.

You ain't gotta KO me, man.

All right, look, we gonna do this right, if we gonna do it. All right.

All right, we about to show Collin them hands, okay?

Put them up like this. You got hands, boy. All right. You ready?

Now, we gonna say this up to the sky together, okay?

- I'm a tough guy! - I'm a tough guy!

No, louder, man.

- I'm a tough guy! - I'm a tough guy!

- I'm the toughest motherfucker to ever... - Miles!

You're right. He can't say that.

Mean face. Mean face. Mean face. Attack him.

- Get him! That's right! - Just get on his head like this.

My little flash, you're so fast.

Go! Come on, come on, come on! Give him the right. Right.

Whop on his head. Just like that.

All right, well, little Thug Life right here

is about to be late to school again.

Only 'cause you're not sending him to the preschool

down the street like I told you to, he'd have been there already.

Yeah, well, where he needs to go is Centro Vida preschool in Berkeley.

Centro Vida preschool is $200 more a fucking week. Are you kidding me?

Well, that's because it's the only

bilingual preschool that I can get to on the train.

Why he need to be bilingual?

- He already biracial. - Oh, my God, come on.

That's how you do it!

Just use all that mouthpiece

to get us some fancy preschool money. Okay?

- Fine. - That's it.

It's all right. We're fine.

- Ow! - But I gotta talk to you about something serious.

- What? - Why my hands are so cold this morning.

I can't go to work with these cold hands.

I'ma need to warm them up on that ass of yours just for a second.

Oh, my God. But your hands are so cold!

Just for a second.

- You are ridiculous. - Right there.

I know. I know. I know.

- You feel better? - It's so nice.

- What am I supposed to do? It's just... - I bet. I bet it is so nice.

- It's a privilege. - 'Cause it's nice.

I gotta go. I love you.

Love you too.

Whoo!

S, you cheated.

- Hey, hey, hey. - What's up, Collin?

What's up, Miles?

After a pursuit in West Oakland last night,

a dramatic standoff with police left one suspect dead.

This the shit you saw?

He was evading arrest by fleeing down Adeline Street towards West Grand...

- You see this cop? - Yeah, I saw him.

...police officers fired four shots, killing the man.

Why the fuck is he wearing his hat all low?

Why would you take a picture like that?

- This cop see you? - Yeah.

Hey, bro, let me get that square.

What, then you just left?

I mean, it was after 11:00. What I'm supposed to do?

- James always be talking that shit. - But you're a witness.

You're not gonna leave like a statement or some shit?

Oh, yeah. "Hello, police?

"I'd like to report a murder you did.

"I was out after curfew. Yeah, I'm a convicted felon."

- All right. - "Back to jail?

"Yeah, tomorrow works for me. What time?

"Fo sho. Mmm-hmm.

"Yup. Okay."

Bro, what the fuck is this green juice shit doing up in here?

It's good for you.

- How much? - $10.

- What? - What?

What is this, the blood of fucking Jesus?

The fuck is in it that it cost $10?

- Let me get one. - I'm sorry, what?

All right, we are all set. Thank you so much for choosing Commander.

Namaste, Val.

Your aura is looking very transcendent this morning.

Did you finally purge yourself of your superiority complex or...

No, you're still... Still working on it? Okay.

- Oh, is that a green juice? - Is it? Oh. Oh, yeah.

I guess it is. You know, it's just part of my regimen these days.

A little green juice, a little, what's that class you be taking?

- SoulCycle. - SoulCycle.

Yeah, a little... My soul is so...

Shit.

Ah... It's healthy.

I am just glad you're taking care of yourself.

Most definitely.

Um...

Collin was involved in a shootout

- last night with the police. - What?

I wasn't... That's not true. That's not what happened.

- He's not... - Who were you out...

- No, Miles... Miles! - Very exciting. People died.

- Who were you out with? - He's just fucking with you, babe.

Uh, sorry, Val. Front desk girl.

- Person. Front desk, front desk person. - Get going.

- I'm going now. - Thank you for calling Commander,

where we strive for excellence in relocations...

Fuck Val! Fuck Val.

She disloyal, she uppity,

and she permanently in downward bitch pose.

That ain't my fault.

Motherfucker, you're bugging. That's his ex-girl.

Yorkie, stop saying bugging. You live on the West Coast now.

You're a Californian. Get with the fucking program.

Hey, Miles. You bugging.

Shut the fuck up, Tel! Shut the fuck up!

Hey, she got this nigga a job,

and she lets you guys both drive the truck home.

- Come on, get out this boy's head. - Thank you, Tel.

She gotta let us drive the truck to and from work.

That's how we get to and from work, man.

She's... I'm not saying she's not smart. She plenty smart.

I'm just saying it's a shame she only uses that intelligence

toward being a higher caliber of bitch.

- That's all I'm saying. - You got to simmer.

Simmer, man.

Hey, he only defending her 'cause he like that vegan Kwik Way pussy

that he giving her. That's the whole shit.

- Oh! - That's too far. That's too far.

You don't get to eat no pussy 'cause that rusty-ass grill in your mouth.

Oh!

Oh, shit, tall-ass bike, big-ass beard.

Oh, gentrification on a whole other level. Who are these people?

Okay, there's Leon.

Cynthia. Marvin.

Where's Vivian? Such an evasive little firecracker.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Don't have Santiago and Dante facing each other.

They... They do not get along. Please.

My work looks to make people fall in love.

So I love trees?

That's from my last exhibit.

I superimposed photographs of oak trees

over neighborhoods where they used to grow,

to remind people that they used to be everywhere.

Now they're just on the damn street signs.

Oh, boys, they're chopping us down.

These people were all forced out for the new Oakland.

Which is why faces.

Eyes. To stare is to see.

Come on. Come here for a minute.

Just stare at each other for a moment.

Oh, no, man, we're close enough.

We got kinda like a Calvin and Hobbes thing going on.

This isn't sexual.

See, but now it is, 'cause how you said that.

This is about finding the soul.

- I know. Okay. All right. - All right. Okay. All right. Okay.

- Look. - Fuck, your eyes match your jumpsuit.

- Don't talk about the emeralds. - Look deep.

Connect.

Understand.

Fucking, don't fucking do it!

Oh, look, Patrick, you a swell motherfucker, man,

and I dig everything about you, except that shit right there.

I'm sorry.

Yes, I got it already.

Hey, man, you gonna have to move your car, bruh.

We got to get out.

Bruh, you gotta move, boy! Let's go!

Look at this fucking transplant. What's he doing?

- Hey, Mom. - Move your shit, bruh!

Oh, you're not gonna listen? You don't hear me?

Yeah, that is Miles. Yeah.

He's just ignoring me.

- He said hi. - Move, bruh!

Yo, I think we could be there in like...

- Fifteen minutes. - Are you kidding me right now?

Hey! Hey! Do you hear the fucking ringing sound?

- Move your shit! Son of a... - Mom, I gotta go.

Who is this little homie?

Me think he my stepbrother.

Why is he drinking out of your dinosaur mug

you made in fifth grade?

Mugasaurus.

You just gonna let him drink out your mug like that?

You just gonna let him do that, Collin?

Mom! Mom!

I'm in the bathroom, sir!

What? My... You... That's my... This is my room!

- You gave him my room? - I know.

Mom! He is living in my room?

This is why I told you to come over so we could talk about what your,

- you know, long-term plan is. - Ma! I am moving home in two days!

You really couldn't find an apartment?

The whole damn city got a "For Rent" sign on it.

"Have you ever been convicted of a felony?

"If so, what is the nature of your crime?"

- Well, whose fault is that? - Damn.

Well, I just assumed you'd only be here for a little bit.

- And eventually you and Val... - Mom. Mom.

She came by a couple of days ago.

We are not together right now.

- Okay. Okay. - Okay. Okay.

Well, Jimmy and all my drums are in guest room A now.

- Yeah, I saw that. - Clear the rest of Shanai's stuff

off her old bed and you can have that room for a bit.

But that is not your room. That is my guest room B.

Where is your sister anyway?

Shanai's in Bali

teaching non-Eurocentric beauty techniques.

Right on, right on.

Hmm. Took out a second mortgage on this house to send her to school.

I'm going to be paying it off for the rest of my life.

Well, why don't you just sell the house then?

- She is not going to sell our house. - I am not selling my house.

I'll be damned if I move out of this neighborhood

now that they got good food and shit.

Oh.

- Give this to his better half. - Yeah.

- Tell her it's from me, please. - Okay.

- What is that? - Get your hand out of my pocket.

Something for Ashley and my godson. And you'll just lose it.

You're not wrong.

- Hey, baby. - Hey.

Hey, hey, hey, look at this good-looking man!

- Hey, what's happening, Marty? - Oh!

- How you doing, bro? - I'm good, man.

- Staying out of trouble? - Yeah, man, I'm good.

- Hey, what's up, Marty? - Hey, what's up?

- Nancy, uh, can I have this? - What?

Whatcha gonna do with those?

Flat irons! Top of the line, metallic,

heat-absorbent, alloy metal.

Uh-uh.

Who the fuck said you could talk in Mama Liz's shop?

Mmm-hmm.

Oh, shit.

This is finnabit a show you want to watch.

We've got ceramic and titanium, some for home, some for travel.

Wide plates for long weaves,

short plates for thinking about going all natural.

Boy, please. Those look old.

These are from the cosmetology school after just one class.

Out the box, but not quite out of gas.

They use the best to teach the worst to become the best,

and the best is right here and that's what you deserve,

so forget the rest. I mean, come on, people!

I don't know about that.

Well, you haven't even told me how much yet.

And Mama Liz does not enjoy suspense.

- I don't even like suspense movies. - I don't either.

- Fuck Alfred Hitchcock! - Right on.

- Fuck him. - And M. Shyamalan Night...

That motherfucker could kiss my ass too.

- Makes me nervous. - There's always a twist.

Let me ask you something.

How much is that one you're holding right now?

- $140. - $140? I would never!

These have gotta be at least a third of the price of that,

and, hand to God, I bet they work better.

Okay.

Who the fuck is this white boy y'all let in my shop?

- Tina! - What?

I'm just a West Oakland homegrown Bay boy

about his town business.

Matter of fact, 100% of the proceeds today are actually going

towards bilingual education for the youth of Oakland.

And it's gonna help men transitioning out of incarceration

towards finding a better life and having a second chance.

Because that is what our community

so desperately needs.

- -I feel it, you feel it, we all feel it, we all know it.

Come on.

They all deserve a second chance.

- Here we go. - It's on now.

Ooh...

How we know these work?

I think it look good.

You know, it is so uncomfortable

to have to fit this shit on my belt, man.

Oh, right. Plausible deniability ruined. Thank you.

- Shut up. - Thank you very much.

That reminds me, man.

Made $600. $300 is very much yours.

No, bruh, you keep that for La Raza preschool or whatever.

How do you mean? You know how family work, man.

I got some, you got some. Whatcha talking about?

You just get this text about Nak's co-worker's party?

Yeah, you trying to go?

- Nope. - Nope.

Yo, Miles!

Miles, can you please come upstairs?

Well, hello, Collin's perm!

- That looks fucking terrible. - Thank you.

I mean, if you gonna perm, why don't you go

wherever your mom or Val went?

- I wasn't... Come on. - Nancy's hair looks great.

The hell you doing talking to Val for?

Calmate! I didn't break the picket line, nigga.

I just follow her on social medias.

You could all be friends with Val still.

She's like a really good person.

No, the fuck we can't!

- Fuck Val! - Okay. Wow.

And, baby, unfollow Val on the medias!

Hi.

Um, I had to take my hair out today for...

For this something and...

Now I need to get it braided back again before tomorrow.

Okay.

And you're the only one who can get it done before 11:00.

Why's it have to get done by...

Right. Why'd you take your hair out?

It was profitable to do so.

Look, I'm really not trying to make this a us thing.

I just really have to get my hair braided.

Fine. Let's do it at your mom's house, okay?

I have to return a bowl anyway.

And this is my study time, so you need to help me memorize stuff.

It has to actually be study time.

"The tendency to judge the strength of arguments

"based on the plausibility of their conclusions,

"rather than how strong it is."

Belief bias effect.

- Yes. Okay. - Next.

"The tendency to attribute one's own actions

"to external causes while attributing other people's behaviors

- "to internal causes." - Blame gaming. Blame gaming.

You blame the game. It's actor observer bias.

- Yes. - Yes!

What are you saying before the answer?

Oh, you're gonna love this. This is absolutely your fault.

I love that.

I made up, like, slang words to help me remember things.

Oh, shit. Look at you out here innovating. See, she is still town. I knew it.

I'm still town. Who said I'm not town?

Nah, I mean, people just be saying things on the street, girl...

But it's cool.

What, uh, what is this vase one?

- Oh, you see a vase? - Why you say it like that?

Ooh! It's two faces though!

"Rubin's vase. The image is fundamentally ambiguous.

"People perceive a vase or faces,

"but not both at the same time."

All right, so apparently you like vases.

Oh, I got you. Facevasin.

- Facevasin'. No, try it out. - No. You...

Facevasin'.

You can't just keep saying it...

- Facevasin'. - ...and think it's gonna...

It's gotta be like real slang so it'll stick in my head.

I'm sprinkling it though. Facevasin'.

- Hey. - What?

You know I'm a free bird tomorrow, right?

- Yes, I do know. - Mmm-hmm.

- I'm happy for you. - Me too.

You gonna hang out of car windows and curse at people then too?

- Why would I do that? - I don't know. You tell me.

I got a complaint today that one of our trucks

was just honking and yelling at people. A black guy with dreads was

- just screaming at everyone. - Nah, nah, nah, that's...

- You don't have all the information. - Okay.

So what happened, Miles was honking the horn because...

- Miles. - There was a dude

- that wouldn't get... - Wait, Miles was honking?

He was the one who was honking the horn.

- We set it up so you would be the driver. - I was driving the truck. I know.

- No, I was... Nah. - We talked about this.

I was driving.

Keep your head straight. I was driving,

but if he reach across me

and honk the horn, then what I'm supposed to do?

Collin, just take some responsibility for the things

that are happening around you.

I'm not denying it. I'm just saying

that maybe this time it wasn't the black guy with dreads

that did it.

I know you're trying.

At least you don't wear that fucking grill anymore.

Now if you could just

get rid of all this hair.

- You'd almost look... - Like less blamable?

"Not the hair, bruh. It's my identity, bruh."

It is.

Yeah, well, your identity is done.

And I gotta go.

I got it. Thanks.

- Can we... Is that? - Yeah.

- Thanks. - Okay.

Okay, this is why I didn't want to come to your place.

Collin! It's 10:45, babe.

- Thank you, Nancy! - Sorry to interrupt.

Um...

- Thank you. - Mmm-hmm.

Bye.

Really? Oh, wow.

That's great, yeah.

More details tonight

on last night's police shooting in West Oakland.

The man killed by police has been identified as Randall Marshall.

A foot chase took place down

- Adeline Street in West Oakland. - Oh, here we go.

They gonna... Watch, they gonna use his professional police photo.

And they gonna use...

Oh, come on! Use bruh's work photo!

Got him in the orange jumper!

They couldn't find one picture of bruh in his own shit?

- Calm down! Chill out! - That's so disrespectful.

- Man, you can't find another... - He's just asleep.

- They can't find... - We just got him to sleep.

The recent felon was carrying an unlicensed concealed weapon.

Felon, convicted felon.

Wrong cocktail, my G.

You gets no protest.

Marshall was running towards West Grand Avenue

away from Officer Molina,

who fired four shots, killing him.

Marshall lived on 32nd Street with his girlfriend

and three-year-old daughter.

You're late, Mr. Hoskins.

You just stand there all day?

Isn't this something we could automate?

You want a robot telling you to mop the bathroom?

How about a robot that just mops the bathroom?

- Then I can go get some sleep. - Solutions oriented.

- See, I like that. - Even better.

How about motherfuckers just don't get arrested for dumb shit?

I see where we're going here, but if we could just get to it...

Then I don't have to enforce seemingly arbitrary tasks

to establish your ability to follow rules as a representation of law.

Arbitrary. That's the word right there.

Don't make me write you up for your last week.

The judge will extend your time here a year.

And then your little map box sentence starts over.

Convicted on dirty bathroom charges?

You are now a convicted felon,

Mr. Hoskins.

You are now that until proven otherwise.

Prove otherwise at all times.

Got it.

♪ Collin is a bad motherfucker

♪ Cadillac dippin', pimpin'

♪ Plenty women, lean sippin'

♪ Smokin', heavy on the marijuana toking

♪ Posted

♪ Pushing the hard line out in Oakland

♪ City of dope The boy is dope

♪ That's why the whole city know him

♪ Oh, he just took a little break

♪ Thought he changed his ways, but he played you, Jake

♪ Pride of Oakland, usually calm and collected

♪ But that ain't the motherfucka

♪ To be no punk when disrespected

♪ This is the life we living

♪ And it been since the beginning

♪ And you know we stuck in that soil

♪ Loyal, and we don't do revisions

♪ And we don't get passes for pussyfootin'

♪ Don't be who you isn't! Isn't! Isn't! Isn't!

♪ Let's get it settled There's a lot of metal

♪ Get your picture taken With your witness statement

♪ That's the destination

♪ You done time now You got stripes now

♪ That ain't decoration

♪ This is lights out This is your life now

♪ This is your life now till it's lights out

♪ Till it's lights out Till it's lights out ♪

Stop! Stop! Don't! Stop!

Stop! Stop! Stop!

Stop! Stop! No! Jeez! Stop!

Come on, bro.

- What's going on? What's up? - Hey, yo.

Matter of fact, Ashley was just telling me it's 80K a year,

starting salary for OPD, but they don't even hire in the town.

So the person who pulls you over is actually from, like, Cupertino

- or some shit. - Why not just live in Oakland?

They probably worried that if somebody knew where they lived,

somebody'd come shoot them for all the dumb shit they do.

I don't know. Hey, bro, let me get a square, bruh.

What? Nigga, can I better myself?

Can I be courageous?

You gonna end up listening to vinyl

with a wooden tie and suspenders with a gluten allergy,

counting calories, riding a Vespa

to Whole Foods, motherfucka, that's what you gonna be doing.

They actually have great produce.

Now I need this, 'cause of you.

- Namaste, Val! - Happy sunrise.

Indeed, this sunrise is a blessing,

and I am as moved by your welcome as you are moved by an elliptical.

Does he come up with these things on the way here or...

- He auditions them in the car. - Where's the board?

I'm adding a move. I will give it to Collin.

I hope it's moving you off your high horse.

Hi.

Hi.

Your braids look good. Who did them for you?

It just kinda does this when I wash it now.

Yeah, it must be all the healthy living got me looking so good.

You know, my natural state.

You know, there's more to healthy living than just drinking kale smoothies.

- Yeah, I know. - I'm just saying,

'cause you have some major lifestyle things to...

It was a joke, Val. I know what healthy living is.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's none of my business.

- I was just... - Live your life.

I...

This is in...

It's in Walnut Creek. I can't... It's outside of my...

- I can't go there yet. - No, that's in Alameda County.

No, it's not. Trust me, it's not.

All right. I'll give it to Yorkie.

Hello?

Yeah! So... No, I'm really excited about this one.

So, we're gonna clear it out, gut it, get it down to just the bones.

- Commander Moving. - Hold on one second.

The movers just got here. Okay.

Hi! Um, so you can just pull everything out and take it to the dump.

Just all the junk and apparently there's some sort of sailboat in the back.

It can all just go.

Thank you so much. Bye!

Hi. So, I'll meet you...

- Commander Miles. - Commander Smiley.

Well, this is gonna be nice when it's done.

For some transplant.

Well, another clean-up job.

♪ Cleaning up after the dead

♪ Broken TVs, paint cans full of lead

♪ Turn the projects into prospects

♪ Ain't nothing precious like

♪ Sidi... Sid... Sidibe Sidibe

Sidibe? How you say that?

- Sidibe. Sidibe. - Sidibe. Sidibe.

♪ Hope they no young niggas hauling my belongings

♪ When the end of me comes

♪ This man and my mama on the drums

♪ Sometimes seem like all we got Is rhythm in the slums

♪ This dog ain't no millionaire But just as rare

♪ Tryin' to tap dance in the rain

♪ On these niggas like Astaire

♪ Happy on my face In my mind I'm a scarecrow

♪ Hung up in the hood till I'm discarded

♪ Don't know who I'm spookin' I'm the one who's spookin' hardest

♪ Probably 'cause I know that I'm just here to help the harvest

♪ And after that I'm a target

♪ A mover helping up the market

- Come on. Come on, bruh. - My bad.

♪ Gotta keep moving shit

♪ Whole bunch of shit I never had

Pass.

♪ Playing football

♪ Wish I had my dad

♪ You know fatherhood, that's a passing fad

For you.

♪ Come on, man Shit makes me sad ♪

Didn't she say something about a boat?

Sailboat!

Get your artisan sailboat!

Platinum seaworthy sailboat!

Nauticals included!

You ain't never gonna sell this boat, bruh.

We get it, bruh! Your car has an alarm.

Congratu-fucking-lations. It's fancy!

Bitch.

Uh, hey, Collin...

Who braided your hair between yesterday and today?

Hmm?

- I, um... - Hmm?

Val came over to Mom's house,

- and she braided it for me. - All right. All right.

Air out, nigga. What is your problem with Val?

Val is a disloyal bitch.

When you were in jail, did she put money on your books?

Uh, did she come visit you even one time at Rita while you were locked up?

'Cause I'm pretty sure I went two times a week,

45 minutes each way.

- $500 on your book on day one! - Hey, she talked to me on the phone.

How gracious of her to have called you once.

And what did she want to talk to you about?

About changing up your lifestyle? Changing up your ways?

You're not a thug, drug dealer!

You went to jail on a fire technicality.

- Did I? - Yes!

How were we supposed to know that hipsters are so flammable?

Hey, Cuttie! What that boat do?

- Hey! - No way.

Shit, man, I got that joog for sailing, fishing, floating or fucking,

get you a flight to Boston at a private function.

Perfect for getting into some.

Let me put you on that water world, bruh.

Bruh, is it hot or cold, though?

Warm to the touch, no burn though.

What's the intel on the Vin Diesel?

- No fingerprints, bruh. - Dusty trail?

Very. It's Gucci.

Cuz cuz, I can't be around the way way with something outta pocket.

Ya underdig? Get blurped and I gotta peel out

for the Daytona five double-O 'cause I got a few hammers tucked.

Niggas got laundry, no bleach.

On mamas, this was in the cut.

Three bill joog though? What's the part two?

No sequel, bruh. Pockets is touching

so we just trying to get it off and do a moving.

Cuz, I might have to let that marinate one time.

Bruh, if you really about that life,

this the come-up right here. Plus three bills ain't nothing

but a small thing to a giant like yourself.

I say let's make moves,

you throw me that three hundo right there.

I'ma clip the woo wop to the rear-view and less is more, ya dig?

Clip the wop to the rear-view?

By far.

- Fast! - Fast!

What'd he say?

Oh, I have no idea.

But he gave me $300 for this boat.

Sold! Sold, motherfucka, sold!

Mouthpiece for days, bruh.

People like the way I make 'em feel, man.

They like the bounce of that shit.

Everybody listen more when you make it sound pretty.

Tell you right now.

All right, hey, I'ma go back to the office.

I'll clock us both out.

Come back in like an hour though, we got the feast in a second.

- Got you. - Fo sho, right?

Yeah, I'll be right back.

She didn't come visit you one time, bruh.

I know. I was there.

- You're all set for Friday. - Cool.

- Awesome. Thank you. - Thank you.

I got her number.

That's just the office number.

I don't know. Maybe she lives here.

Yo, uh, excuse me, bruh.

Did you used to work the door at The Alley?

Yeah.

- That was like a minute ago. - Yeah, you did. Oh, shit, bro!

This is that motherfucka with the Scorpion Bowl at The Alley

that I told you about.

What dude with the Scorpion Bowl?

I never told you about the Scorpion King?

This is him!

We really don't have to do this right now.

Yeah, we do. Okay, okay, okay.

- You know The Alley, right? - Yeah, over on Grand?

- Yeah. It's an institution. - Oh, my God, this story is so fuckin' dope!

So the night is crackin'. I'm looking fly,

when this Colorado white boy saunters up to the bar.

He's like, "Wassup, bruh? Get me one of those."

And he orders the Scorpion Bowl.

This thing is like a giant swimming pool of fucking booze

with a flame in the middle.

It's like a white person's wet dream.

This dude sees the Scorpion Bowl,

and, like, he grows hair on his chest, like, his balls drop.

The motherfucka hits puberty right there in that moment.

- His mind is... - Blown!

Hey, listen up, everybody!

It's Scorpion time!

Meanwhile, this nigga right here... Uh, excuse me.

- This gentleman. - You can only say that with me.

Yeah, my bad. I was out of my mind right then.

This dude right here is just standing outside working the door,

looking hella fresh, might I add.

There's this white boy on the stool and he's like hella hard.

You know what I'm saying? He got tatted up.

He's looking grizzled.

Now I'm blowing a cigarette.

- I thought that you said that... - I'ma gonna quit.

I'm gonna fucking quit, I know. All right? Just leave me alone.

I'm so sorry. He keeps interrupting me.

So anyway, Jason Biggs busts through the door,

and he's like, "Guys, guys, guys!

"Look at this fucking fire drink.

"It's fucking insane."

But then my dude steps up, and he's like,

"Hey, bruh, you can't bring alcohol out here.

"You gotta take that back inside."

Motherfucka Topher Grace responds,

"Calm down. I'm just gonna show my friends for like two seconds,"

"then I'm gonna go back inside, okay?

"And if I don't and you lose your job,

"I'll get you a new job, dawg."

- What? - Right?

- Now, shit gets bad. - Now it gets bad?

'Cause you a bad man. You know what I'm saying?

So he's like, "The fuck you say?"

"I'll go back inside, right? I'll go back inside."

My man stops him like,

"You're done. Give me the fucking goblet thing."

"First of all, it's a Scorpion Bowl, okay?

"And second, no!

"I fucking paid for this thing."

And then he slaps his arm.

- Remember the white boy on the stool? - On the stool? Yeah.

Guess what? He's a fucking psycho.

'Cause he's like,

"Hey, you better know where you're at, fuckboy,

"before some real town shit happen to you."

And then, Neil Patrick Harris pushed him.

Hard!

- Would you ever push this dude? - I would not.

This motherfucka looks just like Krayzie Bone.

♪ Sawed-off Leatha face ♪

My man snaps like the fucking Incredible Hulk and he's like...

Little white boy reaches up like The Undertaker.

Gets him in a fucking chokehold, right?

Then, Oakland white boy jumps in and starts kicking him.

And he's fucking Chuck Norris on this motherfucker, and he's like...

"I hate my dad!"

And they're just beating the shit out of Topher,

you know what I'm saying?

And it's a fucking menage a trois of violence, bro.

Now, mind you,

that drink is still on fire.

Oh, I forgot about the flame.

It is still burning.

That fire catches some of that alcohol and ignites.

And now that flame's rolling, rolling, rolling and...

They are ablaze. Whoosh!

Inferno, motherfucker!

Portlandia's on the ground, going up in flames.

And my ass is just standing there. I'm just like,

"Shit. Look out."

It's like Michael B. Jordan on fire

and Chris Evans on fire.

And you'd think the fight would be over, but, nah, this dude has lost it.

His fucking friend is like Michael Flatley in the Lord of the Dance

all over this motherfucker's face while he cooks.

And he's like, "Welcome to Oakland, bitch."

He's bleeding, he's cooking, these dudes is pounding on him.

Peoples is screaming.

Whoo! Fuck.

That shit was nuts.

Damn. That really happen?

Yeah.

It did.

Help me, please!

What's up now, bitch? Huh? Huh?

Help, please!

- You ain't fuckin' with it now, huh? - Help me!

I can't breathe! I can't...

- Fucking stop! Stop! - Oh, no! Fuck!

Motherfucker!

Motherfucker!

Him and his white friend stomped that drunk dude

until he was unconscious.

He was in the hospital for a week?

And all over a drink.

Well, we gotta go.

- Well, this has been fun. - Yeah.

- All right. - Thanks.

You're about to get a fresh restart.

You need to get rid of Miles.

- Miles is my best friend. - Yeah, is he?

'Cause I know you guys grew up together,

but he's gonna put you back in jail or he's gonna get you fucking killed.

Miles had my back since we were 11 years old.

When I went to jail,

Miles came and saw me all the time.

I'm not talking about this with you again. He came to visit you out of guilt.

'Cause he pushed you into a fight, and he didn't go to jail with you.

What if that dude had had a gun?

What if Miles' dumb ass had a gun?

What if the cops showed up

and they saw you stomping that white dude?

Who do you think they would have shot? Miles?

Good night, Val.

- I'm just... Collin, I'm... - Yeah, I know.

Three, two, one.

Yeah! Whoo!

- You suck! $7, sir! - All right, here's the thing.

Here's the thing. I don't have it right now.

But I'ma get... I'm good for it.

Wait. I got a better idea. Let's race again.

- 'Bout to beat you in another car race. - No, you won't.

Hey.

Made those bed pieces.

I mean, they weren't... Wasn't... No, not these ones.

But ones just like it.

Where do you make beds?

In jail.

Why were you in jail?

For being a tough guy.

Dinner's ready!

Coming, Mom!

I'm tellin' ya, I'm gonna let you finish,

but don't fuck up my chart board.

'Cause I just got that.

This is gonna be just fine. Don't worry about it.

- Hey, Collin. - Yeah.

You gonna smoke with your friend here?

I think I'm good off the weed now.

- Wow. - It's like I see that it's him,

I hear that it's him,

but then he gonna say some shit like that.

What am I over here doing this for?

- Changed man, I guess. - I don't know this person.

Okay, change. For what?

- He don't want weed no more. - Oh, okay.

Oh, now you conspiring against me too?

He picked this especially for you.

What is this?

You got me a present?

You wanna touch a tender thug in his emotions

with this beautiful gesture of love?

- You're so stupid. - Look at this! Boy!

Come here. Give me a hug. Yes, thank you!

All right. Do me a favor. Hold this for one second.

Good job.

This shirt look kinda small, don't it?

Oh, let me see. Let me see.

- Oh, baby, you look so good. - Baby, you look so good.

This is like a little baby T.

What are y'all talking about? No!

You look hella good.

I can see every little thing in your arm.

Yeah, it's framing your pectorals.

- You can see this tattoo. - Real nice.

- One of my favorite tattoos. - Man, this shirt is too small.

- And both of y'all know that shit. - No, it's not.

- Look at this little baby shirt! - No, it's not.

- You could pierce the nipple and... - That looks so good.

- No. No. No. - It looks amazing. It's perfect.

Look at this little thing. I can't...

Hey, Sean, why don't you put that down, man?

Baby, put that down.

Put that down, man.

Sean.

Sean.

Is this your gun, Collin?

No.

Miles, get the fuck out now!

- It was an accident, all right? - You brought a fucking gun

- into this house! Get out now! - It was an accident!

Just get the fuck out! Go!

Get out!

Don't fucking come back here! Get out!

- Ashley, I'm so sorry. - And you let him buy one.

- I didn't... - Get out!

Now!

All right.

Here. Get rid of it!

You couldn't just make it yours for two fucking seconds.

No! It's not mine!

And I didn't want to have shit to do with that fucking gun in the first place!

Don't make it yours then. Just make it not mine!

I'm not gonna bring a gun around a little kid, Miles!

So what? I'm the father who brought that shit around his son?

- Isn't that what happened? - I know what happened!

How's it going, boy? What's up, man?

Fuck it.

Well, you... What? Fuck what?

I'm calling us a Uber and we're going to Nak's party.

The hell we are. I'm not going to that fucking party.

Well, we're not going back in there, are we?

And, what, you gonna spend your first day not having a curfew in a halfway house?

I'm not trying to go to some party where no bullshit is gonna jump off.

The bullshit is out here. Are you kidding me?

That party's full of the squarest of the squares.

Nak works for Pandora!

It's gonna be safe!

It's gonna be nothing but hipsters and artisan beer and shit.

You know, goat cheese,

acoustic guitar, light music.

Collin.

Bruh!

Yes. It's a better idea. Yes.

Out here? This is where you wanna be?

- Here. Look around. - All right. All right.

All right, but I'm not trying to get involved with no hot shit tonight!

Oh. The car's here.

Oh! My niggas! Your Uber has arrived!

Dezz, boy, what are the chances of this?

- Of fucking course. - Oh, Collin!

I got a little somethin'-somethin' for you in the trunk!

Celebrate your freedom.

Commander Smiley.

Okay.

Cool jacket, man.

Hey, all right. There's some new blood.

Come on in, guys.

- Yo, I'm Sid. - Yeah.

Yeah, come on in. Yeah, you guys need drinks?

Right back that way. That's all you need, all right?

- I dig it. - Oh, shit.

Same tattoo, man.

Come on in, man. You guys are welcome here anytime.

Yeah, that's right.

I moved down here from Portland about a year ago.

Finally found my home.

Hey, thank you, Sid.

Anytime. You take care. Come on in.

- He has the same tattoo. - Shut the fuck up.

There go Nak.

I need a drink.

Yes, you are a great dancer.

- Hello. Hi, there. - What's up?

All right, pig on a shirt.

- Nak? - Wow. What's up?

Oh! Man, you never respond to my invites.

- I mean... - And this was a weird one to come to.

- Yes. - It's one of our CEO's monthly mixers.

Define mixer.

Well, right now, it's mixed 150 white people

with, now, three black people.

- Hmm. - Oh, Terry, this is Collin.

Terry and I worked at Youth Radio together.

How's it going, man?

What is that?

It's goat cheese.

What's the little leaf?

Yo, what's going on, everybody?

- How's it going? Hey! Hey, you guys good? - Hey, man, all right.

You guys need any drank?

- Hey, hey, no. I'm good. - Nah, you sure? You're good?

All right. Thank you. Thank you, Sid. Thank you, Sid.

Whoa!

Uh, sorry, there's just no cups on the table.

Let me tell you, this right here...

This is an original Oakland oak tree stump.

That's 140 years old right there.

Was. Look at all those rings.

- Wow. - Amazing.

Well, hey, you just let me know.

There's plenty of drank in the kitchen, homies.

Feel free.

So I'm gonna go get some "drank" from the kitchen.

Get me whatever you having.

Oh, what in the...

No!

Kwik Way does not cater, people!

It's quick,

it's around the way.

It's in the name.

This is some jank ass shit right here.

- You good, bruh? - Yeah, I'm good, bruh.

Oh, the grill.

You have a grill in.

Wow.

You know, you don't have to act ghetto to hang out here.

Welcome to Oakland.

Have fun, bud.

- Oh, man. - Oh, Lord.

- Oh, God, what happened? - Some hipster kid by the drinks,

full on culture vulture.

- "What it do, my bruh. It's lit." -No. No, no, no.

I'm like, um, "Don't talk like that. That's not you."

- Thank you. - Thank you.

Somebody had to tell him.

You know what? I made two more in the kitchen, I'll be right back.

Oh, my goodness.

It's so...

Oh, man, I don't know how much longer I'm gonna be here. I'm telling you.

- Fuck. - Yo, what up, my man?

No! No! Outside! No! No!

Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!

Are you out of your fucking mind?

- Get the fuck out, Miles! - You okay?

Move! Get out the fucking way.

All right, man.

- No, wait, Terry! - No.

I knew we shouldn't have come here.

- God fucking damn it. - What the fuck ever, bruh.

- Fuck is wrong with you, nigga? - Do what the fuck I want, man.

- Hey, white boy! - Fucking...

- No! Get over here! - Don't! Don't!

Come on.

Come on, boy!

Collin!

- Collin! - Come on, get out! Get...

Fuck!

Stop it!

Oh, my God!

What the fuck are you doing?

What the fuck you think you're doing, man?

Come on, this is my fucking house!

Get the fuck out of here, man!

Get the hell out!

Yeah, dude, go home.

Get the fuck out of where?

Huh?

Get the fuck out of where?

No! No!

He's got a gun!

Huh?

- Miles! - Y'all get the fuck out of here!

- Miles! - Y'all get the fuck out!

Miles!

Oh, yeah, y'all love Oakland now, huh?

- Hey, stop it! Hey! - Get the fuck out of here!

Go!

Terry! Terry, are you okay?

- Give me my fucking gun, bruh. - What in the hell? Fucking no!

- Give me my fucking gun! Hey! Hey! - Are you fucking crazy?

It really had to go down like that, Miles, tonight?

What the fuck, man, and then what?

Then they gonna call the fucking cops,

and they gonna shoot my black ass and not you!

What the fuck is wrong with you?

You didn't do shit back there!

- That... - You didn't do shit, bruh!

That is Nak's partner!

I don't give a fuck who the fuck it is!

Nak's partner, is that yo' partner? No!

Is that yo' partner? No!

You know how many times I'da have yo' back out here?

How many motherfucking times I'da stepped up fo yo' ass? Huh?

And you didn't do shit to help me!

- Because... - Look at my face, bruh!

Because it was fucking stupid, Miles!

Look who the fuck I am? Where the fuck I am, Collin?

That's how the fuck I survive out here!

You wanna act brand-new, then fine.

Go ahead. Be a hipster, get a tech job or some shit.

And go act like you don't know where the fuck you from!

I ain't got to prove to nobody where the fuck I'm from!

Oh, good for you!

Nigga, you got something to prove to everybody!

Yeah? That's 'cause I'm livin' somewhere where now everybody got me fucked up!

You ain't gotta do shit! You ain't gotta...

You ain't gotta worry about you changing up your clothes or your lifestyle.

You ain't gotta worry about none of that shit!

You're a big black dude

with fucking braids in Oakland!

Nobody is misreading you, Collin.

Yeah.

Yeah, I know.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Yeah?

- Yeah, my nigga. - Yeah, bruh.

Nope. Say it.

What?

Say "nigga."

- Oh, fuck you! - Say it!

Say, "Yeah, my nigga!"

- No, and you know... - Why? Why?

- Come the fuck on! - But... But why?

'Cause you know I don't say that shit!

But what? So it's okay for me to call you nigga, nigga?

You been calling me that since we were fucking 12 years old.

I'm not gonna stop you now. Do what the fuck you want to,

- say what you want to say. - Nigga, if that is so disrespectful,

then why is it okay for me to call you that?

You're a fucking nigga!

- You're a fucking nigga, Miles! - Why are we talking about...

You out here acting an ass

like it ain't no fucking consequences for that shit.

And every nigga who sees me thinks that I do the same

dumb, fuckin' ignorant, gun-carrying shit that you do!

But I've been taking care of my shit!

I fucking... Don't I do our timecards every week?

I pick us up. I keep you out of dumb shit,

and then what do you do?

You go out and you buy a fucking gun for what?

For your family?

You are the nigger that they are out here looking for!

Where the fuck you goin'?

Where the fuck are you goin'?

Collin!

Collin!

Well then, fuck you then!

You hear that?

Then, fuck you then!

You better not have no fuckin' gun on you, 'cause...

Miles, what the hell happened?

- Ow, Ash. - Shut up.

- Ow, the shit's broken! - Shut up!

I got into a fucking fight! The fuck you want me to do about it, huh?

You wanna fight about the shit too?

You're picking the wrong fights, all right?

This is already hard. This is work. He is work,

and I don't feel like you are here with me right now!

I didn't buy that gun on no tough shit, all right?

I know why you thought you needed to buy a gun!

Just let me ask you something.

Were you afraid

when you came out here

and saw Sean holding a gun?

Yes.

And do you think

if you would have possibly told me about buying a gun

that I might have seen the scenario coming?

I'm sorry. I didn't...

I'm sorry.

Well, maybe if you niggas weren't so wild all the fuckin' time.

Could you not call me that?

What, "nigga"?

Yeah, can you not call me that, please?

Okay.

Hi.

Hi.

Um...

How's the...

How's the memorizing coming?

Yeah, just trying to learn these psych terms.

What did you come up with

for the double picture one?

The face and the vase one?

Oh, I like that one.

It was "blindspotting."

Why "blindspotting"?

'Cause it's all about how you can look at something,

and there can be another thing there that you aren't seeing.

So you got a blind spot.

But if somebody points out

the other picture to you,

doesn't that make it

not a blind spot anymore?

No, 'cause you can't go against

what your brain wants to see first.

Unless you spend the time to retrain your brain, which is hella hard,

so you're always gonna be instinctually blind

to the spot you weren't seeing.

Collin?

When you look at me now,

do you always see

the fight first?

Good night, Valerie.

Collin...

You late.

We gotta go straight to the first move, all right?

I got the address from the office.

Just gotta put my shoes on. Come on.

Nah, I'm good out here.

Fine.

Congratulations, Collin.

Thank you, Sean.

It's real nice of you, bruh.

Ow, okay.

Okay. It's not a good time. Sean.

Sean, all right, cut it out.

Sean, all right, enough.

I'm serious. Sean, enough.

Enough. Hey! Hey, stop!

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

What did he just say?

Oh, are you outside practicing with Collin?

He's a little too young for the pamphlets that your mama gave us,

but I'm trying to get ahead early.

- Good morning. - Commander Moving for Rachel.

So, it's just a ton of boxes in the living room, mostly.

Uh, my son and I are gonna take off,

but my, um, husband is inside somewhere if you wanna go...

Okay, so everything is just in here then?

Yes.

Um...

Sorry about that. I canceled the service,

but it beeps by default when it's open.

Just close the door behind you when you're done.

I left my jacket inside, so I'll go get the last box.

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh.

Collin!

Shit.

Collin!

Yo, Collin! Hey, bro, we need to...

- Uh-uh-uh-uh. - Shit!

Don't. Don't.

Does this scare you, huh?

Fuck you know about being scared?

Were you afraid someone was gonna come find you?

Huh?

- Bruh. - What? Nigga, I'm just...

I'm just talking to him!

Ha!

You said make it pretty, right?

It's the bounce of it. They like the bounce of it.

Like a tree on a sign, nigga, we cut right down.

Paul Bunyan-ass cops,

come to chop me at the knees

and search the trunk in my own town.

Did you count his rings when you bled him?

Huh?

When you dead him?

Do you understand? How old was he?

Nigga, how old was he?

- He was 26. - Twenty-six?

That's how many years you decided didn't mean shit.

All this talking don't mean shit.

I mean, shit!

♪ I been in my element, eloquence

♪ Spitting hella developin'

♪ I been telling, shelling And not to walk like a felon

♪ I fuckin' flippin' the middle finger

♪ To feeling irrelevant

♪ Reveling in my freedom till you turned

♪ Heaven to hell and hello, sir!

♪ I'ma need you to open Your fucking eyes now

♪ And look and see

♪ You might think you know what's happening

♪ But you don't feel it like we do!

♪ To feel it, it has to be you

♪ Cut you But you don't know what the cut do!

♪ You are reflex But when reflux bleeds the gut

♪ Then you see the faces!

♪ Leave the vases

♪ Moving people in and out for a fee

♪ Feeding this town decay an appetite of me

♪ An appetizer, huh? I must be tasty

♪ But I stay angry 'cause y'all get hazy

♪ I'm the one out here stuck on a clock

♪ Living the curfew to keep me off the block

♪ Fuck, what time is it? What time?

♪ Nope, fuck it, I did my time

♪ How come every time you come around

♪ You monsters got me feeling like a monster in my own town?

♪ I say it while I'm rapping, nigga

♪ 'Cause everyone conditioned to

♪ Listen to a rapping nigga

♪ But I'm rapping to the active nigga

♪ You the one cappin' niggas

♪ So quit the flash And feel like your passion, nigga!

♪ Hittin' us till our headstone's Stuck in the mud

♪ We stuck it out It turned us into some thugs

♪ Got a whole city brand-new And they kickin' out us

♪ Maybe we should both break shit!

♪ Make a fuss I am both pictures!

♪ See, both pictures!

♪ Don't be blindspotting me, nigga!

♪ See both pictures!

♪ Guess I'm just a little bigger

♪ Than a picture playin' chicken With a cliff

♪ But I ain't never been a flincher Block is getting hotter

♪ I'ma be the one to bring The winter fuckin' everybody

♪ On the body of a cop

♪ The splinter, I mean Why wouldn't I dead him?

♪ He splittin' wigs for 80K a year

♪ And ain't from here Who'll miss him if he disappear?

♪ Fillin' up with fear, I know you feel it I've been feelin' it for years

♪ In fact, I don't remember Ever never feelin' it

♪ The one that goin' dummy Never felt the need to run

♪ But I've been sprintin' till I limp across the finish with a gun

♪ Up in my blind spot, really

♪ Ain't too hard to figure that You probably never really felt

♪ The pressure of a nigga But you know what?

♪ I ain't never felt The pressures of a trigger! ♪

The difference between me and you is...

I ain't no killer.

I ain't no killer.

I didn't mean to.

Are you sure?

You good?

No.

Yeah.

Well, our next move is...

Heather Neel in the hills, so...

You got anything else you wanna get off your chest,

I feel like now's a good time, 'cause I don't think we can

point another gun at a customer,

I feel like we get, like, one of those a day,

or a week or never.

You pulling guns on people and I'm driving?

Everything is upside down today, man.

Whatcha want me to drink this green juice too, huh?

That make you feel better?

I'll drink it, man. I'll... I'll drink this shit.

Fuck it, man. Fuck it.

- Make you happy? - Mmm-hmm.

Oh, it smells disgusting. Fuck.

Son-of-a-bitch, this shit ain't bad, bruh.

Fuck, man.

That shit ain't bad.

That's like the initial shock. It get better then.

- This is so green, you know? - It's so green.

Okay.

A'ight, who's the next move?

It's Heather Neel.

Oh, shit.

That's Derek Carr's girlfriend.

- Who's that? - Quarterback of the Raiders.

Oh, hell, no! That's the next move?

Oh, it's my time to air out now, boy!

Shit, I'm gonna give her a piece of my mind

about her lil boyfriend.

He a town traitor, as far as I'm concerned.

I mean, how the Raiders gonna move to Las Vegas?

Unacceptable!

So what, y'all fucks with the Raiders now?

Don't be absurd, Collin.

That would be disloyal of me to do.

I can't stoop to their level.

I'm just mad at them forcing me into this very confusing position.

- Uh-huh. - Loyalty is tricky, Collin. It's a moving target.

Bet you wish you were a better moving target.

You tryin' to talk about my face, bruh?

Too soon, man!

Hey, you look fucked up.

I am fucked up.

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