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- Well, shit and nuts.

- Shit, nigga. Fuck the money.

At least you got that money,

I'm tired of being fucking broke.

- You know you could always like get a job, fool.

- You crazy as hell,

I ain't working for no damn white man.

- Zak, sometimes you sound stupid as hell, bro.

- You sound stupid for calling me stupid, nigga.

You ain't got no goddamn job. Come on, man.

- Somebody gonna pull through soon,

and like we'll get something going.

- I know.

- Hey, how you doing, man? - Hey, man, how you doing?

Fool, you fake as hell.

- Look, man, fuck all that shit. Now, look though, nigga.

Fool, see on the bitch.

- Why the fuck you always sending me?

You know I'm older goddamnit. I should be sending your ass.

- Well, you're not.

Nigga on check while shit in the store, I'ma look out.

- Quit rushing me, yo. What?

- Man, bro, she about to come out.

- Shit.

You're way over the top, you're done for.

You know, I'm forgetting.

You know, fuck the economy, you can't do fuck.

- Yeah, how's that, nigga?

- You're supposed to be my look out.

Damn.

- Damn, I ain't shitting ain't no one fucking with you here.

- No. Broke ass.

- Look at that. That motherfucker, come on.

- And ,yeah, boy, all that motherfucking money

you spent on that motherfucker, shit, she better.

Shit, all you need is some roses, nigga.

Grabbing in the night in the background,

come alive in the morning, she's around that bitch.

- Yeah, you don't want.

All right, let's gone up in here, man.

Put that shit somewhere.

Can I catch some food?

- Roll that window up too.

- Definitely.

- That's all I know, forget about that motherfucker, dawg.

- I know they got something good in that motherfucker,

for real. - Yet.

John?

What's up, Ms. Sheila?

- I know you not standing up here

with this bum ass nigga still.

And, uh, y'all grown as hell, standing up here at a store.

Y'all need to be at some damn nine to five.

- Man, look, ain't no bums around this motherfucker,

why you up here disrespecting us?

Go on with all that shit, Shelia, shit.

- Who the fuck you talking to?

- Talking to your ass.

- No, look, no. I'm not the one to play with.

You need to watch your motherfucking mouth,

that's what you need to do. - Mm-hmm.

- Look, Ms. Shelia, I promise you,

this nigga didn't mean that.

- Yeah, fuck I do.

- Ooh wee, let me go,

before I bust me a cap in somebody ass.

- Ooh.

- See, I'm not the one to play with.

- Uh-huh.

- And y'all motherfuckers gonna learn the goddamn day.

- Ms. Shelia, it's all good,

all right?

You have a good day.

- Y'all have a good day.

- Hey, bro, you can't be talking to Ms. Shelia like that,

man, she married to a OG, fool.

- Fuck that old ass angry ass back, fuck.

Yelling at me like she fucking crazy.

- Hey, look, the shit one I was talking about.

Yeah.

- Hey, it's cold out here, Z, it's cold out here.

Got something big in here.

- What's up with you, D? Nice car, bro.

Thanks, nigga.

- Don't get me start with this shit, man.

- Let me see.

- That's what I'm talking about, right there.

- Somebody gonna be pissed with this motherfucker.

- I got me motherfucker too, bro.

- Yeah, no, man, this motherfucker.

- Hold up, nigga, stop putting your finger prints

all over it, dumb motherfucker.

- That's some scary shit, nigga.

- All right, look-

- You didn't want the fucking gun, why you take it?

- Look, man, the way these motherfuckers right there look,

I don't want no goddamn smoke.

- Listen to me, Z,

ain't shit, gonna motherfucking handle, bro.

- Yeah, you know, see, look, man.

I'm about to roll, nigga, all right?

- All right, nigga.

- Hey, what we doing with you boy?

- Shit might work, I got some other shit I'ma do.

- Do what? Play with your toes?

Freak ass nigga.

- Afraid you'll tell that bullshit.

No, but see his ass. - Nasty motherfuck.

- All right. - All right.

- Let me see that ring again, man.

I wanna take another look at it.

- Oh shit.

What the fuck?

Bro, that motherfucker is not back here, fool.

What are you talking about?

- Bro, I don't see that motherfucker.

- Nigga, didn't you put it in the backseat?

Yeah, bro.

Man, come on, man.

Fuck.

- Hey-

- It was in the bag back here, bro. What the fuck?

- Nigga, my gun gone too.

- What? - Hell yeah.

That motherfucker not here?

- I know who got my shit.

- Who, nigga?

- Them niggas that was standing outside

in front of the motherfucking store.

See, I don't even lock my shit

'cause I think everybody around here know who the fuck I am.

- All them fuck is gonna learn today, fool.

Swing the motherfucker back.

Fuck going on with these motherfuckers.

What's up with something. I told you, bro.

Told you little suspicious. Fuck.

Hey, nigga. Where my shit?

- Man, come on. Come on, bro.

Turn around on this bitch ass. Turn around on his ass.

Turn around on his ass.

- That nigga.

Man, tell me what do you want?

How the fuck you nigga.

Nigga, where the shit, nigga?

How the fuck you get motherfucker

gone that ring and gun, man?

- What you mean, man? I ain't got your shit.

- Not here.

- D, I'm about to kill the nigga.

Where the ring is gone at, nigga?

Let me see your gun, man.

- What you talking about, man?

- Bro, I'ma give you to the count of motherfucking three,

I'm gonna blow your motherfucking

head off on broad day.

The New Jersey style. Fuck is you talking about?

- Fuck you, ain't nobody scared of you, bitch.

Tough nigga bitch.

- Z? Z?

Hell, come on, bro.

Z? Damn.

Come on, nigga, stay with me, Z.

Hey, 911, my friend been shot.

All right we over here at Rolly Greg, come on.

Come on, Z. Stay with me, nigga.

Come on, nigga. Come on, Z.

Damn, bro.

Fuck, Z.

What's up, man?

- What you cooking today?

Ma, why you ain't saying nothing?

- John, you need to find yourself a job.

You can't just be sitting around here not doing nothing.

You is grown, son.

And if I gotta go to work,

you need to find you something to do.

- Ma, I've been putting application trying,

ain't nobody hiring me.

- Try harder, okay?

- I see where we going with this, huh?

Its about to bring up by Isaiah, how he in college

and I'm not.

- Listen, don't be putting words in my damn mouth.

That is not what I said.

- I'm not trying to put words in your mouth.

I'm just saying, you act like you would love Isaiah

more than me.

He can't do no wrong, right?

- Why would you say something so stupid? Just why?

I mean, it's not my fault that you grown,

staying at home with your mama,

don't got no job, no education.

Remember, you didn't like school

but I guess it's my fault too.

- Mama, I didn't go to college.

You didn't care if I went or not. You know that.

How you cared about Isaiah and your little boyfriend.

That's not true.

- Bullshit, Mama.

We were good before you let that man move in.

Just the three of us. We were a family.

- That man paid all our bills

and made sure we had everything we needed.

- I'm just saying, Ma.

- Thing is, you just ungrateful, son. Very ungrateful.

- You know what? It's crazy like.

I used to be so excited when Christmas would come around

just to be disappointed.

Here, Isaiah go waking up to name brand shoes,

clothes, all these toys.

You know what I get? Bullshit from the Goodwill.

That's crazy, I used to ask out to play with his shit.

- Look, don't blame me 'cause your daddy wasn't shit.

I begged him be in your life.

But no, he gave himself a new family,

so I guess it's my fault too.

- Look, I ain't trying to blame nobody.

I'm just saying I just wanted you to love me, Ma.

You supposed to protect me but you didn't.

Only time I felt protected was with, Grandma.

She held it down.

- Protect you? Make you act like a monster was after you.

- That's exactly what that man was, Ma.

When you was at work,

he beat me for the things Isaiah would do.

Then when I tried to tell you,

you act like you can't listen.

- John, I'm sorry about how you feel

but the past ain't got shit to do what's going on right now.

Get yourself together, son, before you wind up locked up

or killed like your little friend.

- Whatever, Ma.

- And cook your own damn food. I'm not your fucking maid.

- Oh, hold on.

Hello? - Hey, baby. What you doing?

- You know, just chilling, relaxing.

- When you going to let me?

I'm gonna stop you right there.

You already know I'm saving myself for marriage,

so if you ain't about to put a ring on it,

we can just stop this conversation.

- I forget you a church girl.

- That that ain't got nothing to do with it.

I respect myself, nigga, and I'm respecting God and myself.

- All right, all right, all right. But what about me?

You know I got needs too.

- Sarah, honey dinner's ready.

Hey, Monica, you know you're welcome to stay

and have dinner with us if you want.

- Thank you.

- Okay, Mama. We'll be down.

Ugh, look, D, if you truly love me, you just wait.

- All right, all right, all right.

I'll wait, I'll wait for now.

- Okay. What you doing later?

- Shit, fucking with you.

- Okay, well- - Can I call you later?

- Yeah, uh, Monica over here. So I call you or you call me.

- All right.

Call this other bitch.

- Sarah, was that D?

- Yeah.

- Look, girl, I'm not trying to be all up in your business

or anything, but D is the type of nigga

that have bitches line up waiting on him.

You deserve better than that.

- Look, you just saying it 'cause you don't like him.

- No, that's not why I'm saying it.

I'm saying...

Look, D, he a D-boy, and niggas like him, they ain't shit.

You deserve better than that.

- Monica, he is different.

- You ain't even let him meet your parents yet

but he's so different.

- But it's just not time for introductions right now.

- Love him? You don't love him.

You know the fact that he a thug.

And he always say, you a good girl,

like you have no business with nigga like him.

He ain't shit and you deserve so much better than that.

- You worry too much.

- It ain't nothing wrong with him to look D-boy,

thug in your life.

- Girl, finna fly with you.

Anyway like I said-

- Come on, girl. Let's go eat.

- Oh, right, 'cause your mama cooked something good

every time, baby.

- Hey, sweetheart, where you going?

- I'm about to run some errands

and then I'm going to the grocery store.

- Would you like a little company?

- Well, first, I'm going to the mall,

then I'm going to the home store,

and last I'm going to the grocery store.

- Oh, okay. Uh, I think I changed my mind on that.

Um, you going to do some serious shopping

and I'm a minimum of two stores a day type of person.

I'm gonna let you do you.

- No, don't back down now.

I would love your company and your credit card.

You are so funny. That's why I love you.

- Okay, it's your loss.

- Oh, come here, man.

Listen, you know, he who find that the wife,

find that the good thing, mm.

But seriously though, baby, be careful

and take that gun I gave you.

- Baby, you don't like hearing that thing.

- Why not?

- 'Cause I already got protection from the man above.

- Oh, okay. Be careful, baby.

- Hey?

Excuse me, ma'am.

Excuse me, you want me to help you with that?

- Thank you. - That's no problem.

- Thank you. - No problem at all.

- I'll be okay to get home.

You have a Bentley?

- No problem, thanks.

No problem. Hell yeah.

- To give you a couple dollars for helping me out.

Don't really have to but, hey.

Look, ma'am, I really hate to do this.

- Look, son, please, please. - Shut the fuck up, all right?

Please, son, look.

How much you got in that purse?

- Please, son, please. - Fuck, please.

- You don't have to do this. - Fuck it.

Oh fuck.

- All right.

Gotta do a bit with you.

- Whatever. - Bye.

- What's up, Ma? - Hey.

- Hm, satisfied now?

- Where you get this money from?

- What does it even matter?

I'm trying to contribute to the house, all right?

You go buy groceries, pay bills,

do whatever you need to do, Ma.

- I don't want this money. Take it back.

- Ma, keep it. Do something for the crib, all right?

- This money got dirt sprinkling all over it.

I don't want this money. Take it back.

- So my money ain't no good, huh? I can't do shit right.

- I don't know what you did to get this money

or how you even got this money.

All I know is I don't want it, John, take it back.

- You know what, Ma? You a real ungrateful, bitch.

I see why Dad don't wanna be with your ass.

- Oh really?

You got five seconds to get your Black ass

up out of my motherfucking house

'cause ain't no child of mine gonna disrespect me.

Do you hear me? Now.

- Ma. - Get out, John.

Get out now.

- You really gonna pull a gun.

You gonna pull a gun on me, Ma?

Your son? Your flesh and blood?

You really want me out?

You wanna throw me out to the streets?

That's what you wanna do?

- I'ma pray for you, son

- You know what? - But you gotta get out.

- You can say that motherfucking prayer for yourself.

- Oh, whatever wrong with this damn prick.

I don't need this shit.

- Baby girl, come talk to me.

It's gonna be all right.

I know it's hard right now,

but you can't lay in this bed all day.

Your mama wouldn't want you to.

I mean, she would want you to live.

- I can't. She didn't deserve this.

- And you know she didn't deserve it.

But there's only one thing, we can't bring her back.

- I just miss my mama.

- Baby girl, we have a lot of great memories

that we must cherish about your mom.

It's, it's not fair.

- I know it doesn't seem fair right now,

but we must trust and believe in God's plan.

I know it doesn't make sense right now,

but with our faith in the Lord, understanding will come.

- I don't even know how you can be this calm.

Why did God let somebody kill my mama?

- Oh baby, it's going to be all right.

Hold on, let me go get that door.

That's probably one of the deacons coming to console us.

It's gonna be all right. - Okay.

Can I help you? - Whoo. Yes, you can.

Here to see Sarah.

- And you are?

- Oh, Big D. But you can call me D.

- Okay, Mr. D, what do you want from my daughter?

- Well, your daughter is my gal.

- Your gal? I, I've never met you before.

- Surprise.

Sarah, honey, come here for a minute please.

- There she go. Come on.

- D, what are you doing here?

- I heard about what happened so I came to be by your side.

- Thank you, but this isn't a good time.

- Ain't a good time? Why you acting out all weird, huh?

I said I came here to support you. What's wrong with you?

- Son, lower your voice in my house.

As a matter of fact, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.

Wait, wait, you, you gonna let him put me out, huh?

- D, just leave.

- I'm going to tell you one more time to leave my house

before I call the police.

- All right, all right, Pops. You got it.

- Don't come back. - Mm-hmm.

And stay the hell away from my daughter.

- Baby, listen. All right, baby, listen.

I'm gonna find out what happened to your mom.

I'm gonna put the word out, Now, once I put the word out,

these streets gonna be talking on God, you feel me?

Hell yeah, baby. You are my queen, I'll do anything for you.

- Thank you baby. - You welcome.

Got so much to think right now.

- That's right. Go get you some rest.

Let me call you later, all right?

All right.

♪ Oh yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Oh yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

- Hey, girl. What can I get for you today?

- Can I see the menu please? - Of course, you can.

♪ Just stalling ♪

♪ I'm just being all, just you know that I'm falling ♪

Wait, can I get a shot of Ciroc

and a passion on weekend?

- All right, cool.

♪ Let me sip it, babe, just so you can get on ♪

♪ And floating away ♪

♪ Into the day ♪

- I called the house, your dad told me

you haven't left the house in days.

That's why I had to get you up out this house, girl.

- Girl, I told you right. Can't eat, I can't sleep.

I feel like my heart is in my stomach.

I've been having it out with God.

- I know it's hard now that your mom is gone.

Has anybody seen anything? Was there any witnesses?

- No, like whoever did it just vanished.

- That's messed up.

Like people nowadays, they're not gonna say anything

because they're afraid that

they gonna be the ones that's gonna be next.

- Okay, Monica, I ain't come here to talk about this.

All right, I mean, too much.

I just need some fresh air, for real.

I would never know.

Why did D show up in my house unannounced?

- Girl, no, he didn't.

- Yes, he did.

- What did Michael say?

- Girl, it was a hot mess, honey.

I ain't even wanna introduce him.

I wasn't even ready for none of this.

- What happened after daddy?

- And you know, D came throwing his weight around

and everything and then Daddy threatened

to call the police on him.

That's how bad it get.

Girl, this getting juicy. Oh, it's wet.

- Ooh, I was so mad at him.

Like why would you even come over here unannounced,

unruly talking crazy to my daddy.

- See, I told you to leave his ass alone.

- Monica, you always saying it.

But you know, I, I ain't leaving him alone.

You know I love him.

- That's a strong word for a nigga like that.

You know he a dawg.

♪ Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

But you got me though, it's all right

'cause I'm your bestie.

- Yeah, you are my bestie and I'm so glad I came out today.

Or I would've been crying all day.

- Ooh, girl. Now, we ain't gonna do that.

What we gonna do is drink these drinks I already ordered.

Order you a little something special.

Uh-huh, something strong.

- Mm-mm. Mm-hmm.

Yeah, meet me and the boos.

- Mm-mm. Who's the boo?

- Not gonna spill it.

- No, you don't have to spill it.

- No.

- I done came outta my house. - No, ma'am.

- Think of that.

♪ Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

- Hey...

♪ We fitting up for charge ♪

♪ Just like a work of art ♪

♪ No need a fancy scar, my name a case for her ♪

♪ Saving myself a plot ♪

♪ Well, I'm just trying to keep my cool ♪

Goofy, sneaky motherfucker.

- Your bloody ass, nigga.

- Come on, man. Come on, man.

Ain't gotta be like this, D-man.

- Oh, don't start begging now, nigga. You owe me money.

A whole lot of fucking.

- D, look at this. Check this out, look.

My baby mama, man, she get her income tax, man.

- Okay.

- And she get that early loan. I promise you, man.

As soon as hit the debit card, I got you big dog.

- Do I look stupid to you, nigga.

You, you think I'm supposed to, to, to trust

that your baby mama gonna give you $5,000

from her income tax? Did she break up with your ass

at the beginning of the year, man?

- Man, man. - Huh?

- Hey, man, look at this.

Just, just please gimme a little more time, man.

Just gimme a little more time.

- Unfortunately for you, you out of fucking time.

Damn. Shit.

- Get your bitch ass up outta here.

Next time, you gonna lose, nigga.

Damn. Fuck.

This nigga.

- I'm tired as hell, man.

I think I'm gonna go tuck it in and go, uh, go see Sarah.

- All right, say no more. You need me to ride with you, bro?

- Nah, I'm straight.

- Good. - Yeah.

- Make sure you got that piece with you too, bro.

Who is it?

It's D.

I thought I told you to stay away

from my daughter.

- Come on, man, knock it off, man.

Sarah.

- What do you think you're doing? Get out of my house.

- Oh man. Not until Sarah's here, man.

Just, just, just tell me where she at. How about that?

- She's not here.

- Who you calling?

- The police? - Knock it off.

Listen, I'm gonna wait here till she get back, all right?

Here's your phone. It's all right, man.

Relax, relax. You got anything to drink?

- No.

- Fair enough.

They nice, right?

Oh, there she go.

- D, what are you doing here?

- Baby.

- Look, don't baby me. - Hm.

- Why didn't you tell me you was coming over here?

- That's all right, baby. He's going to jail today.

- Daddy, just calm down.

- Yeah, calm down, Daddy.

- Ain't even that serious.

- It ain't that serious. Daddy. Really, relax.

- Come. Come on.

D, why you coming here disrespecting my dad?

- I'm sorry. Maybe I overreacted, all right?

You know I would never disrespect your daddy.

Look, I brought you some flowers.

Come on. Mm-hmm.

- So you did all this just to bring me these?

- Hell yeah. Hey, your daddy, he's something else.

He damn near attacked me just 'cause I asked where you was.

- What? - Mm-hmm.

- I'm sorry, D.

- Mm, it's all right, you know? Come on.

Come on now, I, I just came over to see

if you wanna go hang out.

- You know I'm still processing everything

that's happened with my mom.

- Yeah, yeah. I hate that happened to you.

Is there anything I can do? You need me to do anything, hmm?

- Nah, I'm really not feeling up to it.

Um, but have you heard anything?

- Nah, nah, nah.

As soon as I hear something I'll definitely let you know.

Meantime, come on, let's go out a little bit, you know?

- No, I'm okay, but I really appreciate you.

- I love you, baby. - I love you too.

Come on, come on.

You get you some rest, all right? Talk to you later.

- Okay, okay. - Bye, baby.

- Baby girl, I know you grown,

but that man cannot come back to my house.

- Daddy, you haven't even given him a chance.

Plus he told me you were rude to him.

- Girl, I know you not that stupid. That man is dangerous.

I'm warning you, he that left with dogs

will rise up with fleas.

- Whatever, Daddy.

- Whatever, daddy. Whatever, daddy.

- Rip the chain, you gotta sell, unc.

What up, John? - Hey, John, what you got?

- We ain't got shit. Now, get lost.

What the fuck? Let's go.

- Go ahead, nigga, you gotta...

Shoulda whip, nigga.

You ain't gotta act like that, man. God damn.

You always the one nigga.

Now, you got others kidding around,

you all acting like that, man, God.

- Sarah, what's wrong with going with you?

- Hey, brother, you got time?

Hell.

- Yo, you got, you got, you got some change?

- You know I ain't got no bread about me,

let, let, let me take you to the house.

- Hey, how can I help you?

- I was here looking for Ms. Sarah.

- And you are? - I'm John.

- Okay, well, how can I help you?

- Ah, well, I found this and I just wanted to return it.

- My wallet. Where did you find this?

- Well, you dropped it over at the restaurant earlier.

- Thank you. Most people aren't that honest.

- Well, I'm not most people.

- Well, thank you, John, for returning my wallet.

- By the way, you like even prettier on person.

Thank you, but-

- You're welcome. But I ain't gonna hold you.

I just want to return your stuff.

Hey, uh, look, I know it might sound a little crazy,

but maybe we can like kick it sometimes,

like you kind of get to know me.

- I, I'm in a relationship.

- It can just be his friends. That's it.

- I, I don't know.

- Look, just let me get your phone,

I put my number in it and if you call.

- I guess there's no harm in there. Gimme a second.

- It is a pleasure meeting you, Ms.

Sarah.

- You too, John.

Oh shit. Mm, mm-hmm.

♪ Tired of these apologies, don't mean a thing ♪

♪ All of these diffusing and into pain ♪

♪ I'ma choose me each and every day ♪

♪ I gotta put this love on pause ♪

♪ Gotta put this love on pause ♪

- D?

- Mm?

- When you gonna take me to your room?

- Knock that shit off.

Look, I let you in the car to feel this.

- Nigga, what?

Nigga, you perfectly begged me to fuck me

because your bitch ain't giving it up.

- You know what? Get the fuck out.

♪ Going on back and forth, fucking ♪

- Bye.

- Fuck you. I'm telling Sarah.

- Hey, listen here, if you even think

about telling Sarah this shit,

it'd be the last thing you ever tell anybody, you hear me?

- Yes.

- Get the fuck out.

♪ Got to put this love on pause ♪

- And answer your phone when I call you.

♪ Yeah, I gotta put this love on pause ♪

- Don't slam my door.

♪ Now I'm back outside, you know what the deal is ♪

♪ Vibing with the girls, we can pop our own shit ♪

♪ Be thinking is you I've been touching ♪

♪ Don't ever let a nigga come in and start helping ♪

♪ No way ♪

♪ We doing it our way ♪

♪ We got our front and we go hit the highway ♪

♪ We do hit the fly away ♪

♪ Got them most look sideways ♪

♪ Got them stock in my page ♪

♪ You know it's driving him crazy ♪

♪ He can't think without me, he can't breathe without me ♪

♪ He can't sleep without me, baby ♪

♪ He lost without me, ain't no peace without me ♪

♪ He can't sleep without me ♪

♪ And it's driving that nigga crazy ♪

May I help you?

- Yeah, I was here to meet Sarah.

- Just have a seat. I'll go get her.

She's right in the back, okay?

- Well, look, I'll stand.

I'm not gonna really be here too long.

- Okay, suit yourself.

Girl, did you make somebody get on lemonade online?

- You know I did. You like that yellow lemonade.

- Baby, yes, nice and sugary.

- You so crazy.

- But you must thought I came here to work or something.

- Ah, you better be here to work.

After all this is done, you helping me clean up.

- Only because you my girl.-

- Yeah, yeah, I know. - What's up baby?

- Wait a minute. What are you doing here?

- What? Like you ain't happy to see me or something?

What's happening?

- I mean, that's not the issue.

- Ain't the issue? Come here then, come on.

- Get your hands off of me.

- Hey, Sarah, everything all right?

- Yeah, Sarah is everything all right? Who this nigga?

He acting like I'm doing something to you,

- John, you remember I told you I was in a relationship.

- Mm-hmm. - This is my boyfriend.

- Yeah, this boyfriend, girlfriend business, nigga.

- Like she said, I don't know what's up

with all the tough guy, homie.

But you ain't scaring nobody.

- Um, I don't think you wanna fuck-

- Yeah, nigga, besides your ass look familiar.

- I don't know who think you're supposed to be

but you damn sure don't know me.

- You stupid as fuck, man.

My trigger finger be itching all day.

- Mm-hmm. - I wish you fucking with me.

- What's going on here?

D, didn't I tell you to stay away from my daughter?

Son, you don't have to do this. Put the gun down.

- Yeah, son, put the gun down.

- I don't mean no harm, sir,

but I don't let nobody play with me.

- Listen, put the gun down, son. I'm begging you.

Look, y'all be- - I'll be nobody.

- But y'all behavior is, is scaring everybody.

Listen, put the guns down. I'm, I'm begging you.

- Let me pop that pussy, nigga.

- 911, yes, this is Pastor Mike over at Abiding Faith Temple

on Spicer Boulevard.

We have an emergency, emergency situation.

Possible gang violence. Please hurry.

- Yeah, put the gun down, son.

- Shut the fuck up, talking to me.

- MPD, drop your weapon. Put your hands over your head.

- Sarah, let these folks know

I was just helping you, please.

I'm sorry, John.

Get him outta here.

- You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you do, can and will be used against you

in the court of law.

If yous don't abide. - Sarah?

Get outta here.

You see the look on that nigga face

before Po showed up? - He's scared.

- Fuck ass boy. Oh, what you mad at me for?

What I do?

Come on, man, let's roll. This shit dead than motherfucker.

- Say less. Goofy ass nigga, man.

- Who was that dude that was trying to defend you?

- That was John.

He returned my wallet with everything in it

and I didn't think it was no harm in inviting him.

Why D always coming with some drama though.

- When I told you to leave his ass alone.

Come on, bring it in. Give me a hug.

Oh.

- Monica, thank you for always being here for me.

- You know I'm gonna be here for you, girl.

You know that girl.

- And you mine.

- Oh, but anyways, I'm finna get up outta here

because this get together was over before you even began.

- Ooh, I know this, right?

Oh, get you a plate.

I'm not, I don't feel like doing nothing

with that food and stuff.

- You ain't gotta say nothing over.

- All right, girl. Talk to you later.

Bye.

- Sarah. What is D doing here?

- Daddy, I didn't know he was coming.

- Man, all he do is start trouble.

And I told you to stay away from him.

- Daddy, did you forget that I was grown?

- I know you grown, but you still live in my house?

- Yes, until my apartment is done getting renovated.

What?

Why this nigga ain't answering the phone?

I'm gonna call again.

♪ You know, 'cause you away ♪

♪ Nigga, why you playing all this games ♪

♪ I'm tired of these apologies, don't mean a thing ♪

♪ All of these diffusing the mental pain ♪

♪ I'ma choose me each and every day ♪

♪ I got to ♪

D?

- Mm? - Sarah, don't deserve you.

- Look, man, don't start with that shit.

- I'm just saying. You fucking me every night.

You ain't even fucking her.

Like, I thought you said you was gonna leave her alone.

- Listen, listen, don't start with that bullshit, all right?

You the one that came on to me throwing the pussy at me.

Now, this is too, it's too much for you,

we can stop right now.

- I'm not saying that.

- Then what the fuck are you saying?

'Cause you're starting to get on my nerves with this shit.

Matter of fact, go on, man. I'm done with you.

- I'm sorry.

- No, sorry my ass, man. Go on, go on.

I'll call you, don't call me. How about that

- Damn, D, I said I'm sorry.

- Bye.

- You're full of shit.

- Let a nigga be. Don't slam that door either.

I'm gonna leave your house. Outta here too.

- Stupid ass.

- Now, what the...

Now, what the fuck did you do now?

- Ma, I ain't did a thing. - If you ain't did nothing,

then why the fuck I had to pick you up in jail?

- I don't know. Why you always think it's me?

- Get in the goddamn car 'cause I'm, I'm sick of this.

- Don't do that. Just left me here.

- I could just left you here.

You better be glad I didn't leave your Black ass here.

And you also better glad you left some of that little ass

dirty money and I was able to come get you.

What's up, John?

- Yeah, hello.

I just wanted to call and apologize

your get together.

It's, it's okay. Uh, they let you out?

- Yeah., I bailed out earlier this morning.

Well, I'm glad you're okay.

- I appreciate that.

Yours boys on some real crazy shit.

Yeah, I can agree with that.

He can be a real asshole.

- Shit, tell me all about it.

Well, look, I was trying to see you.

Shit, as a matter of fact,

I can come over there and see you.

Um, my dad's not home so I guess you can.

- All right, well I'm about to go to head over there.

Send me your address.

All right.

- Bye.

- Come in.

Hey, John. - What's up?

What you doing?

- I'm okay.

- Look, I really appreciate you allowing to come over.

- It's no problem. Um, you want something to drink?

- Nah, I'll be all right. I appreciate it though.

Look, I don't wanna be all in your business or nothing

but I noticed at the part I didn't see your mom's.

Your moms and pops still together?

- Unfortunately, my mom was killed a few months back.

- Damn, I hate to hear that.

- Yeah, it's really been rough around here.

- Shit, I can only imagine.

Like if you don't mind me asking what happened to her.

- She was robbed and killed on her way to her car.

- Wow. Look, I really hate that happen to her.

- Yeah, why? Me too.

- Look, Sarah, I ain't gonna hold you too long.

I'm gonna, I'm gonna go ahead and get up outta here.

- But you just got here.

- Look, as I was sitting, I just kind of remember

it was like few things I need to go handle.

- I call you later?

- Yeah, do that, okay?

- What's up, Big D? - Stand away.

- Yeah. - What you got for me?

I know who rob and killed your...

- What you got for me?

- Right, I know who Rob and killed your girl's mom, bro.

- Spit it out. - What the-

- Man, it's a nigga named John, man.

He hang out the store all the motherfucking time.

You know what I'm saying?

- How you know this to be true?

- My girl best friend daddy knows the owner of the store

where he be at.

Hey, wait, wait, check this out.

That thing on video, on cam, on camcorder and anything, mm.

- Okay, go in there.

- You got on video on camera and anything.

- All right, my nigga, that's good work right there.

You feel me? - Yeah, for sure.

- For your trouble. - Oh, look. Oh, look.

- Hey, do me a favor though.

- What?

- Keep this to yourself. Don't tell nobody else.

- No, shit, come on, bro. You know me.

- Come on. - You know me.

- Come on. - Hey, real, Big D.

- You want me to 'em boy on his ass?

- No, not yet. I'll let you know when.

- Say less.

- All right, man. - All right, bro.

Mm-hmm.

John.

- She won't.

What's happening? Man, it's crazy.

- You knew, I know y'all heard.

- What's up, my little brother.

It's just if I mean to.

- You know, I've been really thinking about your ass

a lot lately.

I've been thinking about you too.

- Look, I think it's time we like lock in.

John, come on. You know I'm in a relationship,

- Man, fuck all that.

Look, all I'm saying, you give me a chance.

You, you know I can't, you just be playing.

- All right, look, I'm just saying like it's time.

Like you really can. For real.

What you mean I, I, I really can

but it just, it won't be right.

- Just think about it, all right?

Okay.

- All right. - Bye.

- Hello. - Hey, baby. What you doing?

Nothing.

- Hey, check it out. I've been thinking about you.

I, I wanna see you.

Can we meet up at our spot in a couple hours?

Is everything okay?

- Oh yeah, yeah. No, everything's great.

I just need to talk to you but it's gotta be in person.

Are you sure everything's okay?

- Baby, everything's straight.

I see you a little bit, all right?

Okay. I'll see you later.

- All right. Oh yeah, I'm smashing for real now, shit.

- Hello?

I mean, look now, you've been thinking about

what we talked about?

Like when I'm gonna see you?

- I don't know.

I , I gotta go help my dad at the church today.

So can we do something tomorrow?

All right, look tomorrow for sure, okay?

- Okay, John. Bye.

Bye. All right, good.

- D, what's up. Why you suddenly wanna meet me?

- Because I wanna see you.

- Really?

- Hell yeah. Come on.

- I miss you. - Mm-hmm.

- I miss you too, baby. - Mm-hmm.

- That's all right.

Miss this dick too?

More.

- Get your hair done? - Mm-hmm. You like it?

The money I gave?

- I need some more.

- Got something for you. You come get it?

- Yeah.

- Come on, come get it then.

I did good. - Mm-hmm, you did good, baby.

Try it. Try it, here you go.

- What's going on?

- John, D just proposed to me.

You remember I told you I had a boyfriend?

- Yeah, soon to be husband.

- Thought you said you going somewhere with your pops?

- John, I'm sorry.

- Dismiss yourself, nigga. Come on, babe.

Mm-hmm. All right.

- Hey, yo, Sarah, I really need to holler at you.

- This nigga, man.

Man you got a problem with rejection, homeboy?

I need to call some of my over here or something, huh?

- Look, just let me talk to him.

- You better do something.

- Why you even fuck with this nigga? He ain't no good.

- Look John, I don't know what you got going on

but I don't appreciate you coming over here

disrespecting me and my fiance

- 'Cause your fiance ain't shit.

He don't care about you like I do. I love your ass, girl.

- You know he ain't shit.

- Yeah, fuck you talking about, nigga?

- Oh, well, see I seen him with another woman

before I seen y'all at the restaurant.

- D, what is he talking about?

- I was meeting with my sister.

Yeah, I had her go get that ring

after somebody stole the first one out my car.

- You hear it, nigga. I knew it was you.

Oh please stop.

- You know anything about that, nigga? Hmm?

. Hell yeah.

- Look. - Yeah I knew it was you.

- Please just stop. Stop.

- Mm-hmm.

- How do you even know him?

- No, I don't know him.

All I know is that his punk ass homeboy,

he little broke ass nigga's broke into my car

and stole my gun and the first ring I bought for you.

- Is this true?

- Nigga, I ain't steal your fucking gun, my partner did.

- Yeah, that's why I murdered that fool.

- Well, that partner that was like a brother to me.

- Mm. - And he gone because of you.

- Mm. - How the you over right now?

- Oh, I bet you do want to do that 'cause you a killer.

That's how you get down.

Hey, Sarah, remember I said I was gonna find out

what happened to your mama?

- Yeah, but what does that have to do

with anything right now?

- That nigga right there is the one that killed her.

- What? John ain't no killer.

My nigga, really need to shut the fuck up.

- Look, John, just, just put the gun down.

You don't have to do this.

- Mm-hmm. Yeah, what's up, nigga?

Tell her, tell her what really happened.

Tell her how you stole my gun

and used that to gun down her mama.

- Is this, this is this true, John?

- Look at me, Sarah, like I ain't mean that shit, all right?

- You, you killed my mama.

- Mm-hmm.

- You kill my mama.

- Listen, I do anything to take that day back.

I was selfish, I was angry at life, angry at the world,

I was angry at God, Sarah.

- Come on, nigga, that ain't no excuse.

- Dawg, you really giving me the every reason

to fuck you over right now. - Do something.

- Look at me.

John, look at me. You just like the rest of them.

I fucking bum ass nigga.

- Don't worry, Sarah, I got this nigga.

- My mama was a God-fearing Christian woman.

She walked by faith. She was not afraid to die.

But she didn't deserve to be gun down like a fucking animal.

I hate you. - I apologize, Sarah.

- You cannot begin to understand how devastated,

how angry I am, I'm having this internal battle,

like I wanna forgive you because I know this Bible.

But deep down inside I wish you was dead and not her.

- Mm-hmm. - I hate you, John.

- Yeah, that's right. Get your sorry ass out of here, nigga.

- Hope you find a way to forgive me, Sarah, forgive me.

- Yeah, I got the suspect. - He's up here.

Not yet, not yet.

- You folks okay? Anybody hurt?

- Nah, we all right, but damn, it took y'all long enough.

Shit, that fool crazy. He killed her mama.

- Sorry for your loss.

We gonna put out a APB, and don't worry ma'am,

When we catch the son of a bitch,

we gonna put his ass under the jail.

That's right

- Ma'am, we know your mama was a pillar of this community

and I promise we're gonna do our damnedest

and the power to get, catch that, catch that killer.

- I hope so. All right.

- Copy that. We got a situation.

- You have good day. - You too.

Come on, baby, go on inside, get you some, get some,

get some rest.

All right? - Okay.

- You need me, I'm a phone call away.

- All right. - All right, babe.

Close the door.

Hey, yo. What up?

I need you to go ahead and take care of that for me.

For sure, make it happen. Yeah.

Yeah, motherfucker.

Where the fuck you think you going is now?

- Damn, nigga? - No, nigga.

- Oh, it's like that? - Hell yeah, nigga.

You're suppose to go home, nigga.

Home.

Nigga. Fuck, nigga.

- Now, why he not answering his phone?

I'll ring again.

Fiance, right?

- John, look at my baby.

John, what, what have you got yourself into now?

- What's up, Ma?

- Shh, don't, don't even try to speak.

Just know I came here as fast as I could.

- Really didn't think you were coming.

Shit, I thought you guys hated me.

- Boy, you was my child, my flesh fleshing blood.

- Ma, you threatened to shoot me.

- Yeah, but you know,

I'm not gonna let no child of mine disrespect me.

- Yeah.

- And don't worry about that.

Just, just know you blessed, son.

The bullets went in and out

and miss all major organs, so you fine.

- Well, I thought I was gone.

When I was laying on that ground,

I just, just knew it was over.

I just pray to God to just forgive me.

- Son, that's God's first step is forgiving you.

Now, get you some rest.

I'm about to go home and go make your bed up

and we'll talk all about this tomorrow, okay, boo?

I'm so sorry.

- All right, love you, Ma.

- Love you too, baby. Get some rest.

I'll see you tomorrow.

♪ Now, is you away ♪

♪ Nigga why you playing all these games ♪

- Do your little thing, that's it.

- D, who is this?

- I'm his woman, fool.

No, she just a friend.

- D, really? We've been together for two years.

And you just proposed to me.

- You taking this the wrong way. Okay.

- No frame, we live together and we have a child.

- Look, you taking this the wrong way.

It ain't even like that.

- You know what? John was right about you.

I should have listened.

- But you know at least I got rid of that nigga for you.

- You did what? - Yeah.

You did what?

- Yeah, had my boys take that nigga out.

- You know what?

- Ooh, her loss.

- Fuck - Come on.

Come on, come on.

- God damn.

He's your best friend or something?

- Look, you was right about D.

That's how I found out, John had killed my mom.

- That's fucked up. I just heard he got shot.

- Good. You know what?

I don't even know what to think right now.

- You know what? You need to get you a gun.

- I thought about it.

My mind all over the place right now, Monica.

- I heard he was in the hospital.

It was reported to the police by the time

they, they got there.

The detective said he was gone.

- Is he dead?

- Girl, hell no.

My nurse friend said that his mama came and got him out.

- So he's alive.

- Yes, he's alive. His mama came and got him.

- I'm gonna need that address.

- You know what?

Give me about 30 minutes and I can contact my nurse friend

that works down there

to see if she can give me the information, okay?

- Okay.

Monica, thank you for being my bestie-

- Girl. - And always coming through.

- You know I'm your ride or die.

- You know I'm yours. Thank you.

- All right. Well, I gotta get up outta here.

I got some stuff I gotta do.

So just be looking for that text message, okay?

- Okay. See you later, girl.

See you later. Love you.

- Love you too.

- Okay, son, I got your medicine

and make sure you take all of it now so you can feel better.

Look, Ma, look, I just wanna apologize

for disrespecting you.

- Son, it's okay. I knew you was going through something.

Your spirit was off.

I mean, the devil had you, son,

but I pray that is God to keep his arms around you.

But you gotta know I will blow your ass up.

- Ma, you the real gangster.

- I'm just saying.

Hold on, somebody at the door.

Can I help you?

- Um, yeah. I'm Sarah, John's friend.

John, some of the light-skinned girl

here to see you.

Come on, baby.

Okay, well, I'll let you two at it.

- Look, John, I'm really sorry about what happened to you,

but you need to turn yourself in.

- Wait, what?

- John, you destroyed my family.

Just, just do the right thing.

- Look, Sarah, I really been working on myself.

I'm changing.

- But that doesn't change anything. I really don't care.

- Look, Sarah, I apologize for what I've done.

- Look, I'm really fucking trying with you,

but I really don't give a fuck.

Turn yourself in or I had the police in here

within the next 24 hours.

- Sarah, just go.

- You got 24 hours.

All y'all listen up, man.

We have to find this killer. He is dangerous.

He killed the pastor's wife

and he held that couple at gunpoint.

Keep your fucking eyes open.

He slipped away from us at the hospital.

- We gonna get on. - I'm counting on it.

Now, y'all have a good day.

- Yes, sir. - Be safe out there

and let's get the son of a bitch.

- Yes, sir. - Yes, sir.

- It is better than I think. Fuck this spot then, for sure.

- D? Monica?

Sarah, what are you doing here?

- What's going on in here?

- Look, let me explain.

- Monica, I thought you hated D.

Hey, I've been thinking that the whole time

and you fucking with him.

- Look, I'm-

- I thought you was my best friend.

- I fucked up.

- Yeah, you fucked up and you lost a good friend, bitch.

- Oh wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Relax, chill out.

Nigga, I thought you was dead?

- Nigga, uh-uh. - You guessed that wrong.

- I'm calling the police.

Nigga, I'm tired of seeing your face.

- Well, do something about it, bro,

'cause I ain't going nowhere.

- That's right. Yeah, you got in your mind.

- Listen, just put the gun down. D, put the gun down.

- I'm tired of this motherfucker.

I'ma end this shit right now.

- Well, do whatever you gotta do to then.

Are you ready to see this die?

- I don't give a fuck what you do.

- Oh, well then you finna die, nigga.

- MPD. - Freeze, drop the gun.

- No, no, no, no. This the motherfucking killer.

Arrest this nigga.

- We'll say it on more time. - He got to die.

I ain't dropped shit. - Drop the fucking gun.

I'm gonna say it one more time, drop the fucking gun.

Fuck you.

- John, you're under arrest for the murder Ms. Temple.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you

in the court of law.

You understand your rights?

Put you under the jail.

I hate you for what you did to my mom.

- D, you are under arrest, man.

Please don't arrest him.

- Yes, he is.

- Fuck, nigga, watch my shoulder.

Let's get out of here.

- Damn. - Let's go, it's time to go.

Hey.

- Who is it?

- It's me, John.

Mind if I come in?

- Yeah, come in.

- What you doing here? And how you even get out?

- Well, I was found not guilty.

The gun that was used, the the gun was used was Big D gun.

The police checked it

and they traced it back to some crimes he committed.

And your mom shooting, my fingerprints where not there.

It's like God had given me a second chance.

- God, huh? - Yeah.

- Wait, wait right here. - All right.

- Forgive us Father for we know not what we doing.

- Sarah, just listen to me, right? Listen to me.

I've changed, I swear to you.

- Mm-mm. - Come on.

Hey, listen.

- What the fuck?

Yes, 911, I just killed the intruder.

Yeah, okay.

Now I can move on.