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Hey, what y'all trying to grab?

Fuck, bro, I'm cool.

That Zorro's fucked me up last night, bro.

That shit gave me the pure bubble guts.

I really need to find a duck-off spot ASAP.

Damn.

You should've stuck with your regular carne asada, nigga.

You know you're not supposed to eat

no shrimp burrito at 2:00 a.m.

Stanky-ass nigga, bro.

Don't let that shit slide out

your ass too, bro.

Man, fuck both of y'all, bro.

- I really need to-- - Hey, hey, stop right quick.

- The fuck you doing? - I'mma wack this nigga out.

Hold up, fam. That's how you rocking, young nigga?

- Shit. - Man, I seen that nigga drop that shit in his backseat.

I would terrorize him in parking there.

Let's see...

Yo, dude. Looking like baby Cloudy.

In sports, the International Basketball League

was busy last night with seven games on the schedule.

The Cavaliers came up with a surprise upset,

beating the Bullets 108 to 99.

The Lakers had no trouble with the Rockets,

winning 124 to 88.

- The Nuggets just got... - Oh.

Look at my lip gloss. Look at it.

It's clear, it's new.

Baby.

Baby, what's wrong?

Baby.

Oh, oh.

I think the only one who should be worried is me.

Hmm? What do you mean?

Well, a smart...

...sexy basketball player like you?

You could have anything you want.

Anyone you want.

Dee, get on with that shit.

You saying anything.

You know it's just me and you.

No other bitch for me.

Good. There better not be.

Mm, come here.

Also, you my fucking queen, all right?

Mmm.

You feel that?

Why don't you show daddy how much you love him?

- Okay, daddy. - Mm-hmm.

- Oh, bro-- Oh, shit! - Yo, yo! What the fuck?

- Oh, my bad. - Nigga, you don't know

- how to knock? - Ah, shit, uh, y'all two

are always fucking, so I-I figured

you might lock the door this time.

Uh, what you want, man?

Maybe a, "Hey, Ju.

Uh, what's up, bro?"

Something, something.

Oh, shit.

Hey, Destiny.

- How you feelin'? - Ju. I'm good.

- Yo. Hey, hey. Come on. - Okay.

- Come on, bro. Come on. - Shit.

Man, you always playing this fucking song.

Uh, Mom been home yet?

Nah, not yet.

Said she working a double tonight,

be here in the morning.

Where you been at?

I don't know why you don't answer your phone.

- You know it pisses her off. - I know.

I know.

Shit, I've been outside.

Getting into shit?

Yeah.

What's in the bag?

Oh, none of your...

none of your fucking business.

Oh, shit!

Yo, look at all these letters!

Yo, you can go anywhere you want, bruh.

I mean, shit, he gonna be the next Kobe

or-- or Michael Jordan, even better. Shit!

What's up, bruh?

Eli, you that boy, okay?

You got the whole city backing you,

'cause you badass.

All right? So, shit, relax.

Enjoy that shit.

Okay? Shit, I am.

Yo, you coming with me to practice tomorrow?

I got an interview with The Thizzler.

Whoo!

Hey, a few scouts and other reporters

- are gonna be there too. - Word?

Yo, I need you.

For sure. Say less, bro.

- That's hella dope. Shit. - Yes, sir. Thanks, bro.

- You know I'm in that. - All right.

Man, get your shit and get out.

- Bye, Dee. - Bye, boo.

- Yo, Ju. - What's up?

Text Mom. That way, she knows you're home and ain't tripping, all right?

For sure.

Yo, I mean it!

Bring that ass here, girl.

I knew your ass wasn't down.

You're dumb, bro.

What?

Whoa.

Yo, are you serious?

Yeah, bro.

I do.

- Give me my-- - I do.

Give me my shit, boy.

Yo, you for real though?

Yeah.

She been tripping about me leaving and all.

She my ride or die, bro.

And I really need your help with the surprise.

Hell yeah.

- Yes, sir. - Tss.

- My brother getting married. - Yeah, I'm getting married.

What?

Hey, I'm not wearing a tux though.

Oh, you definitely gonna be in a suit.

- What? - Yeah, hands down,

- you gonna be in a suit. - I'll fight it till the day.

Look, you know what?

It's a celebration tonight.

Yeah, celebrate. Shit.

Mm.

You tell Mom?

Hey, bro, like I said,

it really get bangy out here.

Don't be taking them pills.

My young life out there in West Point

got hit with the fentanyl.

Bro was on them pills.

Nigga dead?

The hell you think I'm telling the story for?

Of course, he dead, dummy.

- Damn! - What?

Why is the nigga making a mess all over the whole Corona for?

Nigga is crazy right here.

This ain't even your whip.

Whose bucket is this anyway, nigga?

Who gives a shit, asshole?

W-what about yesterday bip?

Yeah, little snow bunny. What she say?

"Oh, my baby in the car.

- Stop! Help!" - Y'all some demons, bruh.

Demons, bruh.

If I was Juju, man, I would've had to smack

the shit out of the bitch, man.

Homie getting soft on us, I'm telling you.

Somebody tell Juju to hurry the fuck up too, man,

'cause I-- I ain't finna be waiting

for this nigga forever, dog.

Freaky dicky nigga probably tryin' to rub

one out before he come out. He sure thinkin'--

Hey, nigga, I said two minutes!

- I called you two minutes ago, bro! - Hey, bro.

Chill, chill, chill.

It's a neighborhood.

Nigga, bring your ass outside.

Fuck your neighborhood.

Juju.

You awake?

Morning, baby.

You better be getting ready soon.

You got a big day of training ahead of you.

Just know, anything you do is dope.

Look...

whatever you decide is gonna be the right decision.

You know that.

Just take a look around.

We didn't get here

without all the hard work and sacrifice.

You know how proud I am to know that my baby,

born and raised in the city, about to make it out.

Hey, yo. I know you ain't t--

You texting Ms. Johnson's fine ass?

All right, bro. Shit.

Man, shit, you are not lying.

Make sure you text her back, bro, for real.

'Cause if she hitting my phone looking for you again, it's over.

I'm pulling up and I'm playing step-pops, bro.

You might as well call me "Uncle Phil."

- Big fuck you. - Who they talking about?

- Y'all talking about Ju's mom? - Oh...

- Hey. Hey, listen, listen. - Fuck off. What?

I ain't gonna lie, bruh.

- She is bad as fuck. - All right, nigga.

- Yeah, fuck y'all. All right? - I'm telling you, bro.

Oh, shit, check this out. All right.

So my bro, he finna propose to Dee today.

Man, what the fuck he doing that for?

This nigga is on the verge of getting all the pussy

a nigga could ever dream of.

And he gonna go all "Captain Save A Hoe" on a nigga?

Like, for real, he gonna go save the bitch, bro.

Fucked up.

Tone pulling up.

What's happening, Tone?

I see y'all homies out there doing your thing, man,

making these moves.

Yeah, I fuck with it, man.

Make sure you stay on top of our business though.

Tighten up ship, you know what I mean?

All right, man, I'm gonna get back in motion, man.

Pull up to the Velvet room if you need me, bro.

Yo, be safe, man, all right?

All right, for sure.

Some real Mexican gangster shit here.

- Yeah, bruh. - You feel me?

Seen that bitch he pulled up with?

Man, fine than a motherfucker.

That boy don't listen for shit.

Smelling good in here.

Your damn brother gonna give me a heart attack.

He's young.

You know he gonna figure it out.

Mm-hmm.

I know you ain't feeling his friends

and you know I feel the same way,

you feel me?

But...

I mean, he got his head on straight.

I just know how he gets when I get in his ear too much.

Hmm.

Mom, don't trip.

- You know I got it. - We just gotta get him

to help out around the house, son.

I know. I'll get at it.

Oh! Uh...

This better not be what I think it is.

Um, she been tripping that when I leave, I'mma leave her behind.

She's all I want, Mom.

Just make sure you making the right move, okay?

You always worrying.

I got this.

I know you do, baby.

- Mm. - Now, get your ass outta here

and get to practice.

All right, all right. I'mma get going.

- Love you, Mom. - Hmm. I love you too.

Oh.

Ahh.

Ah, ah, ah! Don't forget your little ring.

Oh, shit.

This is my spot.

Feeling I'm finna crams.

It's where I always hit.

Keep my head on a swivel. Feel me?

You would be surprised how much shit

these niggas leave in their whips, bro.

Like, bruh, like, not even wallets and shit.

We just talking about random shit.

Nigga got spooked and left this in the glove box.

Yeah.

Homie came up to me trying to stop me,

like he was about something.

I had to give it to him.

He took that ass whopping though.

He lucky I ain't had a hammer on me.

And, bruh, these white boys,

they be up there in Silicon Valley

living it up.

Ah, shit!

- What's good, bro? - My guy.

Come on. Let me show you how we get down.

House looking like traps. Traps!

Like, straight up.

Hoes selling pussy,

selling stolen merch,

running it up on the internet.

These white boys be wildin'.

Crazy.

...really need to hurry his ass up.

Let me tell you

about my nigga, Styles.

We really be in the field splashing for this pay.

Nigga gotta get it by any means necessary.

This area we headed to right here, everything goes.

From electronics, hygiene product,

wild D nigga, clothes, even baby formula.

And a nigga'll sell they mama down here if they could.

Hey, yo, let me see what you got, brother. Let me see.

Fuck you mean, man?

You know, laptops and things.

Oh, yeah, oh, yeah.

How much you want? How much you want?

Twenty-five, man.

That's all we can go, man, 25...

- Twenty-five, man. - We all gotta eat, brother. We all gotta eat.

Bro, I'm the one running around and shit, man.

Twenty-five, man. Come on.

Shit. What's the lowest, brother?

- What's the lowest? - Two.

Let's do two, bruh.

- I'll give you a grand. I'll give you a grand. - Two, so--

You gotta meet me halfway, cousin.

- Two. Meet me halfway. - Fifteen.

Fifteen hundred? Bet.

It's for the one time,

'cause I fuck with y'all, y'all know.

Hey, that's my man right here.

Told you to fuck with it every time.

It's how it is.

You know we gonna be right back,

right back though type shit, you hear me?

Take care of the little ones and shit like that, man.

- Get me right, man. - Yeah.

Fifteen right here.

Nice doing business with you. All right, we outta here.

Mm-hmm.

Bro, I got a homie from the Rich,

he just hit for a hundred.

- Stacks, bands. - A hundred?

First of all, any nigga touching that much chicken

is not leaving that nowhere, brother. I promise you.

- Hmm. - White nigga might.

Hey, where was you at? You was there?

Oh, I ain't know you was there.

Where was you at, bro? Why you ain't hit me, man?

- Probably at the bitch house. - Yeah, shut your ass up, nigga.

You wasn't there. You ain't really tap in like that.

My money up, bro. What you got?

What's in there? What's in there?

I'm saying...

Oh, that's it! That's a little cake!

- You can see that ten. - Hey, hey.

There's some tens in there.

You see the blues though?

Y'all ain't nothin'. Like I said, bruh,

keep your head on a swivel, man.

Yo! Let's hit the mall.

I'm about to ride with him.

See what these pieces talking about, you feel me?

Well, Slim, you the talk of the city right now.

Go to any college you want to.

Can probably go straight to the league.

What's next?

I'm blessed to be in the position I'm in.

Oh, my God, he's doing so good. He's--

- Do you think he's nervous? - Ain't a lot of us

had the opportunity to get out of the mud.

You know what I mean?

They call this "the player's graveyard."

I'm just blessed to ball the way I do.

But it took a lot of hard work and sacrifice

from a lot of people to get me here.

- That's real. - Hey, all-star,

let's wrap this up.

You gonna have plenty of years to do interviews.

Go make the city proud, man.

Hey, I appreciate it, bruh.

Oh, shit.

Weapon up in here.

Yo, what's happenin'?

- This shit going silver, bro. - Oh, shit.

Is that P-Lo?

You never disappoint, man.

Yeah, that's that nigga, cuz.

- Quit fanboying now. - What you mean?

"Is that P-Lo head ass?"

Man, shut the fuck up.

- What's happening with y'all? - Hey, brother.

What, nigga? I mean--

If you don't shut your goofy ass up...

Fuck.

- Nigga ain't paying my bill. - Trippin'.

Hey, you find everything okay?

- Yeah, yeah. - Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

- How you doing today? - Not bad.

- Like, uh... Right there. - Ooh!

I see you two gentlemen have great taste.

You know a nigga like the finer things in life,

- you know what I'm saying? - Yeah, yeah.

Let me get that right there, player.

- Wanna try it on? - Nah.

I already know what I like.

All right, let me box that up for you.

I might get these for my baby mama.

Mm. Yeah, if you walk up in the house with the--

She be trippin' and all.

- Your, uh... - Get something for yourself.

...your total's gonna be $9,860.

Is that gonna be cash or card?

Shit, man.

You know I can't leave the crib without it.

You know.

Keep runnin' 'em.

Should we start getting a little bit of this then?

A little bit. I like those ones.

I'm trippin'.

Can I, uh, see some ID, please?

Of course, you can.

- Can I just-- - Niggas act like

they don't know me now.

Sure. Perfect.

Thank you very much.

- I need to pick something. - You should get those

for your woman, you know what I mean?

That's how you start getting some ass, bro.

Gentlemen, you, by any chance, have, uh,

another card you'd like to use?

That thing tripping again?

Uh, it's no worries.

Sometimes, it happens on big purchases.

I mean, if you check your cell phones,

sometimes they're gonna send you like a fraud alert.

How much you said it was again?

Uh, $9,680.

Shit. Oh, shit.

- Oh, shit! - Excuse me, sir.

- You can use that card. - Dolo.

- What up, my nigga? - What's up, my niggas?

- Big dog. - What's up, my guys?

- What up, big bro? - Chilling, man.

- Trying to get like you. Put a nigga on. - What's good?

- Hey, man. - Um... Larry.

Hey, before we wrap all this shit up,

let me see them earrings right there, bruh.

Sheesh!

Bitches gleaming.

Good choice.

Mm-hmm. Oh, yeah.

Ooh, let me see that bust down piece.

Damn, bro.

- This nigga on The Thizzler? - That shit crazy.

The fuck is you doing here, bro?

Shit got a 100K views. He was playing, man.

Hey, you supposed to be right there with that nigga.

Ay, yo, his bro got a 100K views

in, like, two minutes at The Thizzler, bro.

- Damn! - Sheesh.

Your brother really finna be that next nigga

- to blow out the city, bro. - Yeah, man.

- All right. - Steph Curry in this bitch.

- That's how it is. - Hey, make sure

you let that nigga know...

don't fuck this up.

He got this.

- Right. - This nigga done copped the watch for me.

Shoot it.

Money.

Oh, go.

Ohh, okay.

One more.

Pass it.

Work hard, Johnson, work hard!

Go, come on, let's go!

Pick it up, Whitaker, Johnson!

Let's go! Show 'em!

You can't guard--

Come on! Down here!

Whoo!

Good fucking job, 2-1.

That's what you supposed to do.

Now, all I need for you to do

is just come and be ready for practice, okay?

Uh, about that, Coach...

See, I got something special planned for Destiny later, and, uh...

Look, I was hoping to spend the rest of the day with her.

You trying to get some ass, right, and you need

to be impressing them? But you know what?

Since you did so good today, I'mma work with you.

Tomorrow, I want you bright and early here in the morning.

- You hear me? No excuses. - I'm in.

I'm telling you what's happening.

- Have fun out here and be safe. - Yeah, all right.

- Go on. - Thanks, Coach.

I thought he was like... for real...

Yo, Dee.

Baby!

You look so freaking good today.

Yeah! Mm!

Mm, you're so...

Okay, bitch, we get it. Let's relax.

Okay, we gotta go get ready for these college tours.

We gotta go shopping. We gonna be in LA,

Santa Barbara,

San Diego, you know?

We gotta look cute for these college boys.

Look, you don't need to look good for no one but me, all right?

Actually, as a matter of fact,

- I'm gonna steal bae for a second, all right? - Okay, but we have plans.

- No, no, I'm gonna steal her. - I don't have room for this.

What the fuck?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

What the fuck?

- Are you fucking kidding me? - Fuck me.

Fuck!

- Shit. Hey. Okay, I mean-- - Yo, sorry, man.

Look, babe, this sucks, but--

I'm-- I'm gonna call my dad's shop. They're--

Baby, it's not that. It's not that.

- Fuck! - Baby, everybody gets bipped.

Jesus.

Man, answer your fucking phone, nigga!

Fuck!

Damn!

Baby, wait.

Eli.

Baby, wait.

Pass it back, pass it back.

- Elijah. - Oh, pass back.

- Shit. - I thought he was shitting on you, bro.

Uh, uh! Hit that.

Curry. Stephen Curry.

Who the fuck did you tell, nigga?

- Who the fuck you tell? - Who the fuck are you talking--

- Yo, bro! - Who the fuck is that motherfucker?

Whoa, hold on. Back the fuck up, bro!

What the fuck are you talking about?

- Eli-- - Yo, what is this bullshit?

Y'all supposed to be brothers, man.

- What y'all acting like a bunch of bitches for? - Man, shut the fuck up!

- This shit ain't got nothin' to do with you. - Baby, relax...

Unless you want something, nigga.

Hey, man, look. I don't want no problems.

You tripping, cuz.

The fuck is going on, bro? What you tripping so hard for?

Man, I told you I needed you there today.

You couldn't even do that.

Nigga, put the fucking word out

and let 'em know I ain't playing.

Know who the fuck I am?

Easy, bro.

Y'all better let everyone know, even Dolo's ass, nigga.

Bro, how could you say some shit like that

when you know I got your back?

We brothers. What the fuck?

Yeah, okay.

Just like you were there today, right?

Hey, wait, babe.

There you is, bruh. I been tapping in with you, bruh?

Them baby-ass weights and shit.

What you in here doin'?

This nigga.

Hey.

You heard about Slim, bruh?

- Yeah, what about him? - Shit.

He been runnin' around the whole hood

telling everybody to tell you that he lookin' for your ass.

- What? - And the way he talkin',

it's like it's on sight when he see you.

So the basketball playing nigga think he a gangster again?

Motherfucking gangster.

Been ridin' around the whole hood

telling everybody to tell you

that he looking for your ass specifically.

I would've thought you been had the drop, nigga.

That bitch-ass nigga better stick to playing basketball.

Nigga must be mad somebody bipped his shit.

Man, Flyer City, my nigga.

- It happens. - Fuck that nigga.

You got a fucking lighter? Y'all here leaving

these big-ass blunts in this ashtray and shit.

Look, I don't know what the fuck is going on

between you two here,

but this shit needs to stop right now.

Wasting my damn time.

Ungrateful asses.

And take that damn hat off in my house.

I-I don't think it was Dolo, though.

Weren't y'all like partners or-- or brothers or some--

I'm gonna stop you there.

Nigga, fuck Dolo!

That nigga slimy.

That shit ain't gonna get you far.

I have people offering me shit all the time.

I could take whatever the fuck I want.

Not everybody got the same shot you got, right?

God gave you a gift, bro.

And for the rest of us,

we gotta get it how we get it.

So, to be real...

that shit don't look like we doing too bad.

Man, you so fucking stupid, nigga!

When you gonna open your eyes, Ju?

Niggas like Dolo gotta sleep with one eye open.

Is that the lifestyle you want?

Ju, you need to grow the fuck up, nigga.

Hey, y'all remember that, uh, old girl

from the projects with the rich mama?

- Yep, I remember that bitch. - Man, I finally got her

sending me some chicken, bruh.

Uh, G-O-D.

Hey, y'all never know, bruh.

I might be able to retire.

Who the fuck is that?

Hurry up and grab that shit!

The fuck?

- Move, nigga. - Fuck.

I told you he was trippin'.

This square-ass nigga.

Aww, shit.

We got a motherfucking all-star in our presence.

Not too many people know about this spot.

Surprised you remember.

Not a lot has changed, huh?

That's just it.

Not too many people wanna switch up.

Some people like for shit to stay the same way it is.

The fuck you even here for?

You already know what I'm here for, nigga.

Where the fuck is my ring at?

Why the fuck would I know about your ring?

Don't fucking play with me, Do.

I know you know where my shit is.

Oh, shit. You got bipped?

Got his ass.

You left all your shit in your fucking car.

Why you coming into my spot with your bullshit?

'Cause I'm saying you keep tabs on all these dumb-ass little motherfuckers.

So, what you calling me?

- A liar... - Mm.

...or a thief?

Sitting up, coming in my spot, talkin' all this shit.

You know what?

Let me tell you something.

You know when you thugging and shit in the streets, right?

You might hear some shit.

So, uh...

I heard some shit.

What you gotta do for me...

save all that built-up aggression that you got

for the hoop court.

Let the gangsters handle all the street shit.

I heard the little homie didn't even know it was your whip.

You know how this shit go.

Trying to get his first splash.

You remember them days.

Right, nigga?

So if you fucking remember...

ain't no gettin' your shit back.

So, it is what it is.

Same old Dolo.

Yeah.

Well, you might have all these soft-ass niggas fooled.

What you gettin' up for, nigga?

But I ain't no bitch, nigga.

Try me, motherfucker.

What you laughing at, nigga? Huh?

Try you?

You trippin' on a fucking ring?

For a weak-ass bitch?

Look at the all-star over here.

Pussy-whipped.

All for little ol' Destiny.

I don't know why you trippin' so hard.

You don't remember back in the day?

We all ran trains on that bitch.

Back yo ass up!

And what you want, nigga? Huh?

Jesus.

You don't know no better, bruh.

All you know how to do is be a fucking snake.

And I'm good with that.

So if you think I'm too good for this shit in here,

maybe I am.

Clearly, y'all need that shit more than I do.

Broke-ass bitches.

Hey, Elijah.

Get rid of this shit.

Bitch-ass nigga.

♪ Holy presence ♪

♪ Is all in the room ♪

♪ Oh, the flowing presence ♪

♪ Is all in the room ♪

Yo, what's good with you, bro?

I've been calling your phone. I even went to your crib a few times.

You know I ain't good with this shit, man.

Look, I'm finna tell you like the OGs told me, bro.

The streets ain't no joke, bro.

It's crazy people think it's so sweet out here

'cause all this tech and shit, knowing damn well

that shit don't benefit none of us.

It's like every time a nigga about to make it...

Seem like the streets just take 'em out.

Look, you my nigga, G, for real.

Bro, you hear me?

I got your back, Jules.

No matter what.

Yo.

No matter what, all right?

Any pre-roll for the first visit?

- Nah, you don't, my man. - Not one?

Ooh!

Ooh, you know what that is?

Distro van. Here.

I need you to put this on the bottom of it.

Slap that on there, it'll teach you a thing or two.

It's been over a month,

and we still haven't caught the bastards

who killed my son?

Are you guys even tryin'?

Ma'am, we understand your concern.

Honestly, high-profile cases like this

sometimes take a bit longer.

Your son, Elijah, was-- is truly something special.

I used to watch all his highlights.

Ms. Johnson, rest assured we're doing everything we can

to bring in the suspects.

You have my word.

Okay?

By any chance, is, uh, your son Julian around?

Is-- is he in trouble or somethin'?

Because we've already told you everything that we know.

He seems to be pretty popular in...

some of the circles we've been talking with.

We were just hoping to see if there's anything that comes to mind

that can help us in this case.

That's all.

I'm well aware of who my son hangs out with,

but he ain't here.

But I'll be sure to let him know to give you guys a call.

Thank you for your time.

This clown nigga think he can't get grabbed right now.

See, that's what I'm talking about, brother.

They act like they run this shit now.

Yeah.

Let me show you little niggas how I get down.

- Watch this. - Let's see what you talking about, bro.

Look at this nigga go.

- What? - Let me get that shit.

- Hey! - Shit!

Hey, the fuck you doing to my car?

Ah, fuck this shit!

Fucking lowlife criminal!

Fuck you!

This is why I fucking hate dirty little niggers like you!

Oh, shit!

Fuck!

Nobody talks to me like that, bitch!

Nobody!

Motherfucker!

Fucker! Bitch!

Don't nobody fucking talk to me like that! Nobody!

- Fuck you doin', nigga? - Fuck this nigga!

- Let go of me, you nigga! - Fuck outta here, man.

- What the fuck are you doing? - Move!

- Let's move! Move! - Start the car, nigga!

Start the car!

- Bitch. - Let's go.

Go, go, go, go, go, go!

Fuck this bitch-ass nigga.

That was some stupid-ass shit you did back there.

- What the fuck was that? - Bro, you should've let me kill that nigga, man.

- You gonna do a nigga with no mask? - Fuck you, man.

What the fuck was that?

- Fuck that white boy. - That was some stupid-ass shit

- you did back there, bruh. - What? So, you-- you just was gonna do

- a nigga with no mask, Do? - Yeah, nigga.

- Oh, this nigga right here. - He act like they won't throw

the book at us over them fucking white boys!

- That was some stupid-ass shit, bruh! - Fuck you, bruh.

Man, what the fuck are you looking at?

And why that fucking white boy, bro?

You been tripping lately, man.

Fuck is wrong with you?

Look, Mellow,

you wanna let your fucking nuts hang, nigga?

You forgetting who run this shit, huh, nigga?

- Who run it? - Me!

I'm getting real fucking sick of your New York City,

Tri-State Area, East Coast ass, man.

- Nigga, bust a move then, man! - All right, nigga!

- No, he been tripping, bro. He been fu-- - Hey, bruh, no!

- Shut up your boy, bro! - Bro.

- You been tripping! - Y'all niggas is--

Y'all tripping, nigga!

You know that shit was reckless.

You making shit hot, bro,

when you already getting paper, nigga!

Come on, that shit stupid!

That shit was stupid as fuck.

You know what?

All you niggas sound like some straight bitches right now.

That fucking nerdy-ass white boy needed that shit.

- Mm-huh. - He lucky y'all was there.

You were ready to crash out.

And, Mellow?

What's up?

Watch your fucking tone with me,

or me and you gotta chuck 'em, nigga.

We good?

All right, bruh.

I know you a gangster, bruh.

I know you a real nigga.

And when you dealing with a nigga like me,

I'm as real as they come.

So we good, bruh?

Fuck this shit, bruh.

Fuck that nigga!

Bruh, nigga, you cool off!

- Hey. Hey. - Man, get your ass in the car! Come on.

- Y'all niggas just take a-- - The fuck you two--

take-- take a hit of the gas--

Shut the fuck up, Cloudy!

Hey, more gas for me then, nigga.

Yo, what's good?

What are you talking about, bro? "What's good?"

The pack's not landed yet. I know you know what that means.

Yo, they-- they got sent off.

Yo, because-- Don't-- don't worry about it.

Just-- just give it another day.

They gonna arrive like clockwork.

Bro, I'm not on your time.

They should've been here five days ago, minimum.

Yo, because you-- you know how this mail shit go.

I-I mean, shit, it probably just got held up.

Just trust me, give it another day.

It'll land. And if it don't, look,

- we'll figure something out. - "We"?

"We'll figure something out"?

Bro, you sent the packs.

If they don't land tomorrow,

I'm gonna need my work or my cash ASAP.

- All right, I-- I'll make su-- - Figure out this bag, fam.

Fuck.

Fuck!

What I tell you about doing that shit?

And what was all of that about, huh?

Nothin'.

It sure don't seem like nothin'.

Juju, why you gotta act like that?

I said it wasn't nothing.

- Just leave it at that. - Uh-uh. Sit down!

I didn't raise you like this. Sit down.

Now!

We are both hurting,

and-- and I wish I could just take

all of your pain away, baby. I do.

We both miss Elijah.

But you sitting in here smoking and drinking all day,

that ain't helping anything.

And we need the help.

Lord knows if your brother was here,

- he'd be helping us out... - He's not.

- Elijah ain't here. - ...right now.

Elijah ain't here, Ma.

A-and you don't think I'm helping?

Who you think's been covering the bills?

How you paying the bills, Juju?

- And what does it matter? - Ain't no son of mine

selling drugs out of my house.

I bust my ass to provide for you two boys,

so you didn't have to go out there and do all that shit.

Then you need to get out of my house.

Nah, nah, you never kicked Slim out when he was on the block.

Never.

He worked hard and he changed himself.

There it is.

I knew it was coming. It always does.

You always comparing us.

Why can't I just be me, Ma?

That's not good enough for you?

What the fuck do you think you're doing around here?

- Boy, you better watch your tongue. - Nah, nah!

You throw it in my face all the fucking time!

You smoking, you drinking.

You walk up in this house,

see me, roll your eyes at me,

go upstairs, take your little fucking pills.

Sounds like we both a lot alike.

So, what's up?

Don't you ever step to me like that again.

I brought you in this world, and I will take you out.

You understand me?

- Do you understand me? - I hear you loud and clear.

All right?

You want me out?

Then fuck it.

Fuck it, I'm out.

♪ Yeah, one ♪

♪ Still ripping my tough And I'm famous ♪

♪ Why I'm still rocking at work This is clear, yo ♪

♪ Still ripping my tough And I'm famous ♪

♪ Why I'm still rocking at work This is clear, yo ♪

♪ Still ripping my tough And I'm famous ♪

♪ Why, 'cause I'm rocking At work, one ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm rocking At work, one ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm rocking at work ♪

What's up, Ju?

- Good game? - Shit.

- What's up? - What's up, boy?

Yeah, man, it's intense out here.

You know.

Um...

How-- how you find me out here?

You know, if a nigga wanna run up on you,

they know where you at.

Everybody know where to find you.

Tss, man, I remember your brother

used to be killing it out here.

Man, that nigga Slim was the rawest nigga I know on that hoop, bruh.

It's fucked up what happened to that nigga, man.

Look, little bro...

I know me and Slim had our differences...

...but I'm telling you, bro,

me and dude was tight.

Like, fuck the differences.

He was my nigga since we was kids, bro.

But people change.

You seen it, right?

Yeah.

I've been hearing a lot of rumors and shit, man.

It's getting hot out here.

Boys sniffing around,

wondering what the fuck is going on. Psh.

I just wanna make sure me and you good.

Don't want nothin' fucking up our operation.

You feel me?

Matter of fact...

I figured out that little problem you had.

Yo, how-- how you know about that?

Come on, nigga.

Your little ass don't know how to mail out shit, right?

Yeah.

Yo...

Dolo, I owe you one.

Appreciate you, big cuz.

Don't even trip off that shit.

It's the least I can do.

I know y'all got a lot of shit going on right now.

Plus... I don't want nothin' fucking up the operation.

I know that now that your big bro gone and shit...

you gonna need somebody to step up in your life.

Somebody to protect you,

guide you,

show you the ropes of the street shit.

I can be that person, Ju.

Look, get right with God,

play your ball,

do whatever it is that you gotta do

to get your head back in the game.

We'll see you soon, right, nigga?

- Mm. - All right, little bro.

Bro, what the fuck is we up here just sitting for?

I mean, what's the holdup?

I got a little dizzy in the town waiting, bro.

Okay, my fault.

Can you niggas just relax, man? Fuck.

That's why.

Aw, shit.

This nigga?

What's happening, Ju?

Big money time.

Come on, man. Get in the car.

Let's make this money, little bro.

I don't wanna start feeling no type of way about you.

Come on, bro.

Man, hurry the fuck up.

What's good, bro?

Come on, man.

♪ Sit down, we gon send it Round, suck his facial off ♪

♪ Old bro, let it blow A little drink, he talks ♪

♪ Closed casket, they won't Even see his face at all ♪

♪ Heard that nigga landin' On his face ♪

♪ When they made him fall ♪

♪ Follows and fists, 5.56 ♪

♪ Divided on my side But niggas know ♪

♪ This is my shit I'm quiet ♪

♪ But I slide, Id rather go ♪

♪ I don't buy hits Don't gamble with your life ♪

♪ And try to switch When I'm dicey ♪

♪ We with all that, nigga We will yank in this bitch ♪

♪ Nigga, fall back, we got Many coyotes with the sticks ♪

♪ Hit his neck, tryna hit him In his face, but he lit ♪

♪ When they miss on that skip But we gon' double back again ♪

♪ We with all that, nigga We will yank in this bitch ♪

♪ Nigga, fall back, we got Many coyotes with the sticks ♪

♪ Hit his neck, tryna hit him In his face, but he live ♪

♪ When they miss on that skip But we gon' double back again ♪

♪ We with all that ♪

Just sitting back, not saying shit, fucking zombie.

And all you do is smoke, motherfucker.

Give me the weed.

What's wrong with that, nigga?

Just a high-ass nigga.

You don't get no fucking money no more.

- Damn, man. - Matter of fact, give-- give me that.

That nigga said, they're, like, I be taking bumps.

You used to be a hustler, little nigga.

Now, all your ass do is roll up, hella cookie and shit.

- Fuck is wrong with you? - Okay.

Stop right here, nigga.

Oh, snap.

These niggas, I'm telling you, do not give a fuck.

Film that real quick.

Babe, is he hitting the window?

- Oh, shit! - Hey! What the fuck?

- Do you see this shit? Oh. - This shit is crazy.

Fuck up, nigga.

Hold on, hold on. Right here, right here.

- Crazy. - Oh, hell no!

Bippers is everywhere. They don't give a fuck

'cause it's broad daylight. You gotta be cool.

- Can't leave shit in the car. - Nothin'.

Hold on, hold on.

Let me see. Right here, right here.

Hold on, nigga. Let me eat that.

Go on, then.

They do not give a fuck out here.

- Oh, shit. - I was telling you.

I just told you that.

Ooh.

- Do you see this shit? - Damn.

Shit is crazy in the Bay.

I'm telling you. Frisco, Oakley,

the whole Bay is bipping.

What we gonna do now?

I'm over it, nigga.

And I'm older than you, nigga.

And I'm smoking at the same damn time, nigga.

Okay, nigga. I see you got it in you a little bit, huh?

Still acting? Huh, motherfucker?

♪ I love nigga city ♪

♪ Trail shit Into the steel clique ♪

Hey, what's the worst bunge y'all been in?

Uh...

That's a hard choice.

'Cause I done had a couple a weak bitches...

Silly as shit.

Uh, one day went to the fish market.

- Oh, you was-- - Whoa, whoa, shit!

Police!

Get down on your knees!

Come on, everybody.

Come on, hit concrete.

Let's go, everybody.

What's up, Darnell?

What the fuck you smiling for, huh?

We about to take your ass in.

Anyway...

Looks like we got Tramane,

got Mellow, Derek, and Diego.

Wait, who's that over there?

Julian, is it?

Or would you rather I called you "Juju"?

What a stupid name.

You must think you're pretty slick, Darnell,

stealing cars left and right.

I don't even know what the fuck

y'all talking about, man.

I really don't appreciate your guys

roughing us up like that,

'cause now...

my clothes stink like fucking bacon.

Mm-hmm.

That's my favorite meal.

You know, Elijah's murder wasn't just some random act.

Oh, really?

Never took you for a killer, though.

Thank you, Detective Sanchez.

Let's see what we won.

Oh, oh, yeah.

Glamour shots.

How about that one?

Oh, there's a winner right there.

Oh, there's another one.

Now, word on the street

is this guy was your friend.

How about that one?

Yeah, man, that was my boy.

Why y'all showing me this shit, man?

What the fuck?

Fun fact, 30% of all homicides

are perpetrated by someone who knows the victim.

Someone wanted your brother dead.

Can you think of anybody who'd wanna harm him?

The casings that did this

are linked to a gun in our possession.

These are the shell casings from your brother's murder scene.

About two weeks ago,

some norteño got picked up in San Jose.

Crazy thing, he had a gun on him.

But we sat on it...

did some more digging.

Turns out, his story holds up.

He didn't kill your brother.

Dirty bitches took my last paper cookie, my nigga.

Hey, man, somebody tell me what the fuck just happened

- back there. - Yo, why the fuck

is they asking us about Slim?

Yo, everybody chill the fuck out, man!

Let me think.

You good?

I really hope you little niggas was listening

and paying attention.

Them people don't got shit on us.

If they did, they would've came, kicked door,

we all would've been gone already.

They was asking about my brother's murder.

Like we some motherfucking suspects.

You a suspect, nigga?

That's what they set out to do.

They gotta ask questions.

- Somebody gotta take the rap, nigga. - Nah, nah, nigga.

They wasn't pressing about no fucking bips.

They were asking about a murder!

They asked me about Slim, like I fuckin' know!

- And what did you say? - Nigga, what the fuck you think I said?

Then what the fuck you asking me for then, nigga?

Look... that shit weird as fuck.

That's all I'm saying.

So, what you gotta say now?

Hey, fuck off of me! The fuck is wrong with you, man?

Let little nigga go, bruh.

What the fuck?

What the fuck is wrong with you, little nigga?

They gettin' in your head, man!

This is what they train to do!

Get in your fucking head!

Seem like to me they doing a great job.

I don't need this shit.

Go on, get the fuck up outta here, nigga.

That pussy-ass shit.

What's up, nigga?

You keep giving me all these fucking funny looks!

Oh, I get it.

You wanna be top dog, huh, nigga?

You can't be that, man. That's me!

You know what?

I been too fucking cool with you little niggas.

Putting you little niggas on.

Got you making money with the team.

Last motherfucker that tried to come play with me,

it ain't go too well for that nigga.

So I suggest all you little niggas think about that.

'Cause I don't give a fuck about none of you niggas.

- Just like that? - Yeah, nigga, just like that.

Who the fuck you think that you talking to, man?

- Hey, hey, hey. - Just be cool, bruh.

Hey.

Y'all niggas, bro, might as well chuck 'em,

'cause all this testosterone, bro, you niggas have,

niggas either need a good meal or some good pussy.

I'm just saying though, bro.

You niggas need to squash this 'cause this shit is embarr--

Fuck this shit, bro. Shit, man, I'm out.

Bitch, where the fuck you going?

I ain't dismiss your ass yet.

Do, you may got these other little niggas fooled,

I'm on point with my shit, you feel me?

Don't worry, bro.

Ayo, fuck them backdoor niggas, bro.

Yo, you trippin'.

You know I know who killed your brother

and you damn sure know who killed your brother, man.

You could play dumb all you want...

but that bitch-ass nigga got somethin' coming for him.

Watch your body, bro.

Look at that whip that just pulled up.

Who the fuck is that?

Wow, that's me. Where my gloves at, bruh?

Are you sure we're good here, baby?

Yeah, girl. What you mean?

Baby, ain't nobody finna fuck with me.

We good anywhere we go.

Ju.

Since you act like you about "this life"...

...you wanna be a gangster...

let's get this big league money in, nigga.

Look, I'm gonna tell you one thing about Slim.

That nigga was never scared.

I heard this little place smack right here.

We'll go hit this up, then we hit up Skee.

Come on.

Let's go, nigga.

What we waitin' on then, nigga?

- Come on. - What we waitin' on?

It's me.

It's me. I'm on it.

Excuse me.

Ma'am.

Baby, what do you want?

Let's just order two birria tacos.

- Go, go, go, go! - Go, go, go!

Hey! Hey, motherfuckers!

Hey!

I fucking told you!

- What? Get me my fucking phone! - Wait, hold on!

- I don't have your phone! - Give me my fucking phone!

- Oh, my God. - Get the fuck in the car!

Get in the car!

Hey, Diego, slow the fuck down!

Relax, nigga.

Hey, bruh, that fucking Mexican nigga almost killed your ass.

What's the nigga got, some bricks or somethin'?

Nigga doofing to be the plug.

Why was that nigga Diego cousin

running fast as hell?

Got me fucked up.

Oh, shit.

- Oh, shit! - What?

We hit! We hit, nigga!

Hit for what? Some work?

Fi-- fifty, sixty.

Nigga, this is like a-- like a couple 100,000 at least!

Man, y'all niggas lying.

This shit--

You niggas ain't lying.

Let's go inside. Let's go count this shit up right quick.

Stop playing!

Stop playing!

What? Louis V belt, nigga!

Hey, hey, hey. Hey, look!

- Velvet room, bottles on me... - We made it!

- Yo! - ...and I need Tone, bitch!

- We made it. - I was in that fucking window--

♪ You can take a nigga Out the ghetto ♪

♪ But you can't take The ghetto out of me ♪

- Nigga, what? - Let's throw one up.

- Niggas really build like that. - I told you.

- Nigga, what? - I told you, nigga.

Hey, let's throw one up. Let's throw one up.

- It's time to go up with my niggas. - Let's go!

- Time to go up. - Let's go, boy!

Come on now.

Uh, uh. You're my brothers, man.

- Love you. - Preach on that.

Let me make a toast to my niggas right quick.

- Come on, bruh. Come on. - Ah, yeah.

- Come on, bro. - Toast to new life, man.

Toast to my motherfucking niggas.

Nigga, we just scored, nigga.

This a real splash right here. Let's go, baby.

Money, nigga, more life.

- Let's go, baby. - Get it all in. Ah!

Mm.

Yeah.

Why y'all niggas act like y'all got half a ticket

- in the motherfucking bank? - Pop it open, nigga!

- Pop that shit open! - Pop it open!

Hey, nigga said, Velvet room.

Let's run, nigga! What?

The earth saying, "I'm drinking too."

- Diego. - I don't give a fuck.

Oh, my nigga, let me see that!

- Gotta like that now. - Who, who this?

- New-- new phone who? - Ah, boy, who this?

Juju.

That's for you.

Preach,

that's for you.

Excuse me, my nigga. Who is this for?

That's your cut, nigga.

What you mean?

Where the rest of it?

I-I just pulled this shit.

I thought we might be splitting it.

Splitting it?

What the fuck do you mean?

You would be sitting at the house mourning right now, right, nigga?

And what about them fucking packs?

I'm getting real sick of saving your little ass.

If I didn't tell you motherfuckers

to bop that load, none of this would ever happen.

So, I don't see what the issue is.

My nigga, you-- you keep smiling, bruh.

All right, bruh. Good joke, nigga.

Good joke. Where the rest of that shit at, bruh?

- He be playing. - Bruh, come on, bruh.

Look, Do, I-I think we-- I just thought--

Thought what?

Thought what, nigga?

That's your problem, Ju.

Stop thinking, nigga.

Start doing.

That's what you been doing.

You niggas some weird little niggas, bruh.

You know what? G-O-D.

I'm cool off you little niggas.

Fuck y'all.

Come on, Diego. Fuck these niggas.

- Oh, and you know what? - Hold on, hold on.

Neither one of you little niggas

better not call my fucking phone.

Nigga, don't text me.

None of that shit.

Unless it's about some real shit.

Have fun with that little ten ball.

Hit me when y'all ready for the Velvet room though.

These niggas is always cheating.

You're the cheater.

I'm nice.

I bet you I could beat you.

- You think so? - Yeah.

- Babe, teach me. - Hold on, hold on. Hold on.

- Yo. - Bruh.

- What's up? - You fucking missed out, bruh.

- The fuck is you talking about, dog? - Get off the phone.

I'm talking about we scored, my nigga.

Man, we splashed on something so crazy.

Man. Anyways, check it out.

I was really calling you to let you know

I got a play for you, bruh.

Well, for us.

You know what the fuck I mean. Same shit.

Man, hello?

Yo, is you even fucking listening?

What you-- what you call me for, bruh?

All right, remember them AirTags

we slapped on them whips?

What about 'em? Come on.

Yeah, well, I been tracking one of them motherfuckers.

One of 'em out your way.

That's really why I was calling you, bruh.

Go hit that shit. We'll split it down the middle.

Um...

- No. - No, no. I--

I ain't fucking with that shit, bro.

- I'm cool. - Yeah, he not fucking with it.

Don't let her speak for you, bruh.

Ain't nobody speak for me, bro. Chill. Hey.

All right, look, I was really calling

- trying to throw my dog a bone. - All right.

So we gonna run up a fucking bag

or you gonna go broke in the booty, nigga?

Yo, just send the-- just send the info, all right?

- Ahh! That's my dog! - Are you serious?

- About to send the drops. Say less. - Hurry up, bro.

Don't go.

I might not be here when you get back.

What's up, motherfucker?

Don't expect to see me here, huh, nigga?

Dolo, we need that casa amigos

and them freak hoes and everything.

Yeah. Hey.

That's on you, bruh. Come on, cop it.

The last bottle for the last two that we have...

Hey, you got the bread, bruh. Come on.

Let's get it, bruh.

Hey, nigga.

What the fuck?

Hey, motherfucker!

Nigga, you deaf, dumb, or stupid?

What the fuck is this?

You wanna die out here?

Nigga, you better chill out, cousin.

I don't know why the fuck you acting like

we ain't got no problem, nigga.

Nigga only been home for-- for fucking two weeks, bruh.

Then I get a call that my nigga got hit

by the wharf last night, bruh.

So, where was y'all at last night, huh?

We was in Richmond,

fucking with some hoes, making some money.

Hey, bruh, you keep smiling and shit

like this shit is a joke, my nigga.

The money that you took, nigga,

is me and Tone money, bruh.

You taking money from him, you taking money from me, my nigga.

You young niggas be with that snake shit, bruh.

Backdoor niggas, bruh.

- I'm gonna make some calls-- - Hey, hey.

Nigga, please, nigga.

I hear you talking, nigga. That's all you do is talk, bruh.

Man, let's get up out of here, man.

Quit playing with these old suck-ass niggas, bruh.

- I'm gonna make some calls for you, man. - Nigga.

Nigga, fuck calling, nigga.

Bring that motherfucking money, nigga.

- I got you. I got you. - I'll be back, nigga.

Yeah, all right.

- Yeah. - Hey.

Hey, y'all see this?

What the fuck? What's--

They say Mellow is dead, nigga.

Where the fuck was he at? Shit.

This shit can't be real right now. Shit.

Pick up the phone!

Hey, Diego, didn't you just text Mellow last night?

- What was he on, bruh? - Nigga didn't answer.

Do.

Do, nigga? You deaf?

Who we on, nigga? What we doin'?

You niggas ain't tell nobody that we hit last night, right?

Naw, man. Of course not, nigga.

Okay, cool.

Then I suggest all you little goofy-ass niggas

keep your fucking mouth shut

and watch what's said.

I got this.

Fuck you mean you got this?

You wanna know the truth, little nigga?

The reason your fucking brother got got

is 'cause the nigga got caught slipping.

And Mellow?

That bitch-ass nigga got a mouth on him.

Probably ran into the wrong motherfucker,

and they smoked his ass.

Oh, check this out.

You know Skee?

Fuck Skee.

Any niggas step in my way, they gonna get it.

I don't give a fuck.

Any nigga play with me, they gonna die.

- That's how I'm rocking. - Nah, nigga, nah, nah.

Fuck all that shit, nigga. This way too close to home, bruh.

Nigga, it's Mellow, bruh, Mellow.

Nigga, how we know that nigga Skee and his people ain't playing with us, bruh?

How we know they ain't off Mellow, bruh, trying to get at us?

We know how them niggas get down.

They the real backdoor boys, nigga!

Let's get up out of here, Diego.

Nigga, and where the fuck y'all going?

I'm trying to tell you, nigga, there's some weird shit going on, bro.

I'm trying to tell you.

This man is fucked, nigga!

Man, I just pulled up to the shop, bruh.

My fucking worker talking about he got fucking COVID.

And I had to get up this morning, bruh.

He coughing and shit all on people, bruh.

When he coming back? I'm not trying to be here all day.

What's up, Skee?

Man, what the fuck? Hey, bro, let me call you back, bruh.

This little ass nigga. What the fuck is you doing, bro?

The fuck you know what's going on?

What the fuck you doing at my shop, my nigga?

Relax, nigga. Goddamn.

To relax, nigga? How can I relax, bruh?

You know what's going on.

You know a young nigga like me keep his ear to the streets.

Is-- So what you hearing?

I fuck around and I found out who hit your folks.

You serious, bruh? You found out?

If you found out, hey, let me call the hyenas, nigga.

Get on these niggas' head, bruh.

These niggas got me fucked up.

- What the fuck? - It was me, nigga.

The fuck you do? Hey, bro, what the fuck you doing, nigga?

Ahh!

Time for you old niggas to get the fuck out the way.

Motherfucking backdoor niggas, man.

That nigga's crazy.

But you know what? I got something for that.

Listen, y'all niggas trust me?

You ain't even gotta ask that shit.

Hit for motherfucking half a ticket the other night.

Y'all know whose money that was.

Shit, we get that shit back,

we with the big dogs.

Man, fuck Dolo.

Fuck all them shady-ass niggas, bruh.

Let's get what's ours.

Here.

You're my nigga, man.

♪ When you need someone To talk to ♪

♪ Someone to fuck you ♪

♪ Call me... ♪

- We don't have to do this in here. - What's up, Eve?

Tone around?

No.

What's up, honey?

Need a favor.

I don't talk business at the bar.

Follow me.

The fuck?

Yo!

Yo!

Who the fuck is that?

...fucked!

There he go right there.

What's up with it, Tone?

Been trying to reach you all day.

Man, you heard Skee got shot?

He in the hospital right now.

Damn.

I hope he pull through.

Shit, us too.

Crazy timing too 'cause our plug just got hit last night

for 500K.

Say it was a little gray car,

little dude with a camo face mask and shit.

- That wasn't y'all, right? - Tss.

Hell nah, man.

I hope it wasn't Juju.

Half a ticket, bruh?

Shit, we'd be in Cabo right now

- going crazy. - Fired up.

Talking about "toes in the sand" type shit.

But you know we fuck with you, Tone.

You know we keep our ears to the street shit.

About to make a couple calls and shit.

I'll let you know what I hear.

Okay.

Speaking of Juju,

he out here running around with these boys from the UK...

trying to put a box play together and shit.

And the boys he with, man, iced the fuck out.

Bust down everything, man. Straight lacking.

What you trying to do?

I'm gonna have my partners take him to the Velvet,

and follow him back to they spot.

Mmm.

- Can y'all handle that? - Hell yeah.

Let's go.

Fifty-fifty.

The AP alone, worth it all.

Bread just a little cherry on top, man.

- Man, come on. - Let's go.

- We need that. - All right, let's get it. Let's eat then, man.

Let's get it.

Come on, bruh, come on.

Come on, man.

You know what time it is?

Hey, um...

how many people we with?

Two, maybe three.

- Hmm. - You can handle 'em?

Yeah. Yeah, we do, dog.

- Okay, all right. Later. - Yeah, for sure.

What's up, D man? You good?

- All good, boy. - All right, for sure.

- All right, bro. - Yeah? All right, bro.

- That shit felt weird. - Weird as fuck.

You think them niggas know?

Tss. I don't know, bruh.

I'm gonna need you to go to the spot and clean house.

Yeah?

Tell all the homies keep they head on a swivel, bruh.

- This shit gettin' weird. - It's good.

Hey, bruh, check it out.

D on his way to go link up with Juju right now

at Tone's spot, bruh.

Shit getting funky, my nigga.

Yo.

Tell the homies at the Grove spot too, bruh,

stay on toes, for real, for real.

Like, Tone and Los pulled up

on some weird-ass shit tonight, bruh.

I'm about to clean house over here real quick.

I'mma link with y'all niggas in a bit.

♪ Same nigga ♪

♪ Ain't nothing changing My bank bill ♪

♪ Dough dealer I pull the Porsche out... ♪

♪ I hit it from the back I'm pullin' on her front toes ♪

♪ Hey, uh, no, I cannot be Your man, goddamn ♪

♪ Touchin' green Feelin' like I'm Sam, I am ♪

♪ Ten toes, never sit On business, I stand, uh... ♪

What's up? Where the fuck is everybody?

Nice to see you too, Darnell.

I'm glad you could show up.

Look, I had to send 'em on a little errand for the girls.

They'll be back soon.

Where your man at? Where Tone?

Nigga, this is my establishment.

The fuck you mean?

I run this shit.

I don't need no man to run my business.

All right, man. I got you. Relax.

Why don't you go wait in the VIP?

I'll let you know when they arrive.

All right, bet.

♪ Go crazy ♪

♪ Go crazy ♪

♪ Go crazy ♪

♪ Go crazy ♪

♪ She's so incredible ♪

♪ Ain't, no doubt about it ♪

♪ She's so incredible ♪

♪ Might let her ride it ♪

♪ Everybody know That you a busy body, baby ♪

♪ Everybody know That you a busy body, baby ♪

♪ Everybody know That you a busy body, baby ♪

♪ Bounce with it Get it, get it ♪

♪ She's so dangerous, yeah ♪

♪ She's so dangerous, yeah ♪

♪ She's so dangerous, yeah ♪

♪ Bounce with it Get it, get it ♪

♪ She's so dangerous, yeah ♪

♪ She's so dangerous, yeah ♪

♪ She's so dangerous, yeah ♪

♪ Can't lie She got a whole lotta game ♪

♪ Most of these squares Can't hang ♪

♪ Not with a bitch like that ♪

♪ She gon' have you Spendin' stacks ♪

♪ If you tryna hit that cat ♪

♪ You gotta pay for it ♪

♪ And then fuck her ♪

♪ But you don't mind payin' ♪

♪ 'Cause you a sucker ♪

♪ I heard she got fucked Last night too ♪

♪ It's just what some Of these bitches do ♪

♪ If niggas like you Keep cakin' 'em ♪

♪ Niggas like me Gon' keep breakin' 'em ♪

♪ And if these bitches Don't get it, I'm shakin' 'em ♪

♪ But not you, shoppin' is Where you takin' 'em ♪

♪ Let a real nigga push up On that lil' bitch... ♪

Hey, baby.

You wanna dance?

Nah, I'm straight. I'm good.

What about a drink, then?

Bitch, get the fuck off my lap!

Well, then, fuck you, nigga!

You probably broke as fuck anyways.

Get the fuck out of here, man.

Where the fuck these niggas at, man?

Is you fucking serious?

Better get that shit out my face

before you fuck around and make me mad.

This motherfucker.

Nigga, what the fuck you gonna do?

I'm the nigga who put you on!

I showed you how to make money, nigga.

You finna kill me?

Quit fucking playing.

Elijah told me you were grimy.

All you think about is yourself.

And I had your back.

You wanna know the complete,

100% honest truth, nigga?

Fucking brother was a piece of shit.

Nigga turned his back on me when I needed him the most.

After all the shit I did for him.

When they used to pick on a nigga at the ball court,

who the fuck you think had his back?

It was me!

You think I'm about to let the nigga get up and leave

after I put him in position?

Fuck no.

Your bitch-ass brother

walked his hoe ass in my spot,

trying to disrespect me in front of my folks.

How you think that make me look?

How you think that make me look, nigga?

Put that fucking gun down, nigga.

You ain't no killer, nigga.

If you put that fucking gun down,

I'mma pick it up and I'mma kill you.

Then after I kill you,

and we smoke your ass...

I'mma go fuck your brother bitch.

Then after I fuck that little stupid bitch,

I'm about to go fuck your mama!

Never would've took you for a killer, little homie.

But I appreciate you taking matters in your own hands.

Look, I ain't gonna lie, man.

Dolo was a problem, and he needed to go.

But you put a lot of heat on my club on top of yourself.

Look, Tone,

that nigga was on one.

All right? I had to move fast.

I-I went up to the spot. I-I talked to Evelyn.

- She said it was good. I-- - She would let some shit like that go down.

She thinks we could sell a Blanco or some shit.

Know what, man? It is what it is.

That spot's been dried up for some years.

Probably time to find a new way to clean this money anyways.

So, we good?

I know what you went through to get this money.

At first glance,

huh, it looked a little light.

But the truth is, we move trucks from here

to Houston to Virginia to the A.

So, yeah...

we're good.

See, what you doing now, that's lowlife bum shit.

Look at Tone.

Look at Skee.

That's real business.

The way I see it,

me and you,

we already in business.

So, let me ask you something.

You ready to level up or what?

Yeah.

What's that look like?

What's up, Ju?

Looks like we still got a mess to clean up.

But I'mma get with you soon.

Out-of-town money's like blow money, baby.

Look, man, all you need to do is stay out the way, lay low,

tell your little homies to keep their mouths shut.

We gonna handle the rest.

Skee.

♪ Feelin' the pain, baby You know what I'm sayin'? ♪

♪ You want some of that pain ♪

♪ Super Silver haze ♪

♪ Some of that purple stuff ♪

♪ Purple boy ♪

♪ Smokin' a stick Of that Barney ♪

♪ But not the purple dinosaur ♪

♪ That shit That niggas dyin' for ♪

♪ Shit my niggas ridin' on ♪

♪ Sav wit the windows up ♪

♪ See the smoke pour out ♪

♪ Soon as I open the door ♪

♪ Soon as I go to the store ♪

♪ Voices like "Whoa! Who got it?" ♪

♪ "You know Who got it, nigga" ♪

♪ Summertime comin' up ♪

♪ Can't breathe without it ♪

♪ Bring the Hpnotiq Bring the heam ♪

♪ Mix that shit That turn green ♪

♪ Now break down the purple ♪

♪ It's softly rough Milwaukee Bucks ♪

♪ I'm from the place Where they grow that stuff ♪

♪ You got your girl In the clutch ♪

♪ Just give me a light I'll take that bitch ♪

♪ If she ain't give me head All night ♪

♪ Sellin' dope is cool But rap is on my mind ♪

♪ It's hard to do them both And get my bread At the same time ♪

♪ High as fuck off purple Man, I'm out my mind ♪

♪ Gotta grab my strap Boy, it's time to do Some more crime ♪

♪ Sellin' dope is cool But rap is on my mind ♪

♪ It's hard to do them both And get my bread At the same time ♪

♪ High as fuck off purple Man, I'm out my mind ♪

♪ Gotta grab my strap Boy, it's time to do ♪

- ♪ Some more crime ♪ - ♪ And all my hoes say ♪

♪ "Jack, you're my soul Inspiration ♪

♪ Even though you sold crack Across the nation" ♪

♪ Caught the cases Kept me quiet like meditation ♪

♪ I say, "Baby I'm just really wastin'" ♪

♪ A lot of breath on you For the sport ♪

♪ You think I'm nice But that's really not me ♪

♪ I live the life That you never gon' see ♪

♪ Niggas fight They don't war like me ♪

♪ It's the last of my kind There's no more like me ♪

♪ Tryna make it on the street ♪

♪ Is like swimmin' Through the sea ♪

♪ Tryna make it To the other side of life ♪

♪ My young nigga say He tired of life ♪

♪ And now realize He's addicted to the white ♪

♪ Got sucked up by the war ♪

♪ Tryna make things right Right ♪

♪ He said, he said, he said "It's rainin' outside ♪

♪ And the difference Between us ♪

♪ Is a white bus Wit cages inside ♪

♪ When I come home Still face the cop cars ♪

♪ Wit gauges inside Yo, on the real, it's yo rap ♪

♪ Is what kept me alive" ♪

♪ Sellin' dope is cool But rap is on my mind ♪

♪ It's hard to do them both And get my bread At the same time ♪

♪ High as fuck off purple Man, I'm out my mind ♪

♪ Gotta grab my strap Boy, it's time to do Some more crime ♪

♪ Sellin' dope is cool But rap is on my mind ♪

♪ It's hard to do them both And get my bread At the same time ♪

♪ High as fuck off purple Man, I'm out my mind ♪

♪ Gotta grab my strap Boy, it's time to do Some more crime ♪