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Previously on Raising Kanan...

Your parents are cool.

Yeah, about some things.
Not everything.

I told you that if you didn't
get your books right,

things were gonna change.

I found you a class
at City College

that meets two days a week
and every other Saturday.

Glad you could make it, Kanan.

Welcome to History
of New York City Architecture.

Take a seat.

Look, I got a showcase
comin' up.

Famous sign with me,
it's a opportunity just to get

in a room and perform
for some industry heads.

Hey.

Hey, baby.

Let me holler at you outside.

We need to test
your family members

to see if there's a match.

That's a short-ass list.

You need to understand
that

this is
a life-threatening illness.

Yo, we gotta
move everything

from the stash house
to the new spot.

- I ain't goin' nowhere.
- Where Scrappy at?

Shittin' himself
back at the crib.

Start packin', nigga.
I'll be back in 20.

Make sure you don't fuckin'
open the door for no one.

Yo, you hit?

Once my mom find out,
I'm dead.

Yo, that's why
she ain't gon' find out.

You gon' clean this shit up.

Get you home.
She'll never know you were here.

Every day, we fightin'.

With the streets.
With the world.

With yourself.

I came across it a few days ago
but left it where I found it.

Seein' if maybe you would
tell me what happened

without me havin'
to step to you.

But you didn't.

I forgot I left it there.

Based on that shirt,
looks like either you got shot,

or someone standin'
real close to you did.

But here you are,
up for breakfast.

So I guess we should
just pour some out

for the brother
who was next to you.

You were there
with your Uncle Marvin.

Yeah, the stash house, Kanan.

He told me what happened,

but somehow forgot to mention
that you were there.

I wonderful why.

I was just goin' to get
some money Scrap owed me.

Saw Uncle Marvin there
loadin' up his car.

He said he ain't need help,

but I wasn't gon'
let him do that alone.

Right. Because you like that.

You always wantin'
to lend a helpin' hand.

Like when I ask you to help me

with the dishes
every damn night

and you don't do shit.

Ma, I'm tellin' the truth.

You're not.

But I'm not about
to get into it with you,

because I'm not even sure what
I wanna say to you right now.

Don't even know where to start.

Just sit down and eat.

I told you to stay away
from that stash house.

I couldn't have been clearer.

I said you were done.

Neighbors said that there was
some sort of car crash outside

and they heard
multiple shots fired, but...

no one saw anything.

No one sees anything.

And then bodies
start turnin' up.

Looks like somebody
didn't have the stomach

for whatever happened here.

That ain't
original construction,

that's for fuckin' sure.

Can you say dope spot?

Stash house?

Maybe a robbery?

Who the fuck knows?

We ain't got a victim,
we ain't got a crime.

Our work here is done.

So you left out
some of them finer details

when you told us about
the stash house gettin' hit.

Yo, I mean...

I did?

I mean, shit happened fast,
you know.

I mean, I was cappin'-cappin'
one nigga.

Bow. Bow.

Then another nigga this way.
Bow. Bow.

Yo, I was like
a Black Rambo out there.

I might have left out,
you know, some-some shit.

But yo, you got the basics.

No, my son was there, Marvin.

Is Kanan not
a part of the basics?

Raq...

I don't even wanna hear

your bullshit version
of what went down.

I got all that from Kanan.

I been sittin' on this
for a few days,

just waitin' to see
if one of you would come clean.

It's a test
that both of you failed.

And he ain't snitch on you,
by the way.

He took it all on himself.

Boy's got heart.

Too much heart.

And too much trust
in his dumb-ass uncle.

Look, what had happened was...

Shut the fuck up.

I just was...

See, this is our older
brother's problem right here.

He don't listen.

So focused on tellin' a new lie

to cover up the old lie

that he don't hear
what I'm sayin',

which is shut the fuck up.

And I can't tell if it's 'cause

he thinks
he knows better than me

or that he just... he don't care
what I have to say.

What you think, Lou?

Can't call it, sis.

I said Kanan
was on ice.

I said he was to be kept
away from the business.

But you ain't hear me, though,
so my son almost got killed.

And we lost half our shit.

Even for you, that's a busy day
of fuckin' up, Marvin.

I saved Kanan.

You're missin' the point.

But just like I told Kanan
this mornin',

I don't have the time
or the energy

to explain it to you right now,
so we movin' on.

We about to go on offense.

I wanna know what 'Nique's
doin' before he do it.

I wanna get
in that nigga's head.

We ain't goin' to war, but we
ain't layin' down, neither.

What about that rat
we need to smoke out?

Someone gave up the stash.
We need to find out who.

Could have been anybody.

We been posted up there
way too long anyway.

Yeah, and it don't even matter.

What matters is, we know
it was 'Nique that hit us.

We handle that nigga,
we handle everything.

And I'm on that, so don't
do nothin' else stupid.

Remember we got that meetin'
over at Baisley later.

And pick up all that shit.

I'm gettin' too tired
of cleanin' up

after your sloppy ass.

This nigga.

Had Kanan up in the stash house

with a gun to his head.

Damn, nigga.

You just can't help
but fuck up, can you?

Projects are due
a week from Monday.

So don't wait
'til Sunday night to start.

That attention to detail
says a lot about you, Kanan.

You notice the little things.

Nothing gets past you.

You care.

That's gonna serve you well

in everything you do
for the rest of your life.

It's actually kind of cool.

I mean,
this whole class has been...

Boring?

Wasn't as bad as I thought.

Well, that means something,
coming from you.

I can't lie.

I gave my moms a hard time

when she put me
in here with you.

I heard.

Especially this whole
Saturday school thing.

Come on, man, it's wack,
and you know it.

Learnin' don't take
weekends off, young brother.

It's been cool, though.
For real.

I appreciate that.

Did you know that
that bridge was built

so middle-class white folks
could get around us?

Here he go again.

This nigga Symphony
never stop teachin'.

Class was always in session
with this nigga.

But on the real,
I liked it about him.

Black families were
movin' into Brooklyn,

so the white people moved out.

But they built them a bridge

so they could still get
into the city.

The Van Wyck Expressway near
you is the same damn thing.

They put up that highway,
tore down whole neighborhoods,

so people going to the airport

could avoid drivin'
through the hood.

Only time they stop
is to fill up they cars.

That's why the gas station
near the Van Wyck

is packed with white folks
doin' the mad dash.

Only time you ever
see them in the hood

is when they fuelin' up.

Racism is built
right into this city.

It's been set up to keep us
right where they want us.

It's like that.

Look, I'm not tryin' to do
the whole

"I wanna be your friend"
thing or anything like that,

but... if you ever need anything

or just wanna kick it,

I'm around, man.

Hit me up anytime.

You really like my mom.

I do.

That's cool.

Rockin' all this secret shit.

Fuck is Baisley about, anyway?

Niggas spend they whole life
tryin' to get out the projects.

She movin' us in.

Marvin, you ever think
that maybe

if you kept better secrets
back in the day,

you wouldn't have done
that whole bid in Elmira?

I got set up.

No, you did it to yourself,
nigga, like you always do.

And you doin'
the same shit here.

Only it ain't just you anymore.

It's all us, and I ain't dyin'

or goin' to prison
over your stupid shit, nigga.

You on Raq's dick, nigga.

Always steppin' and fetchin'.

No, I handle my business.
You should try it sometime.

Your business
ain't about shit, nigga.

Fake-ass Quincy Jones
up in here.

I know all about you
and Crown Camacho.

Heard Juke on the phone
talkin' to Famous.

Sound to me like the only song
you gon' be singin'

is "That Puerto Rock Record
Nigga Fucked My Bitch."

Oh, but you got a song too,
Marvin.

Only yours goes,

"That New York Knick Nigga
Fucked My Baby Mama

and Then Turned Her Out
to the Whole Goddamn League."

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

Get the fuck...

Hey!

Hey!

Don't make us
get out of this car.

Have a nice day boys.

You lucky five-oh
saved your ass, baby bro.

You know what, Marvin?

You ain't never been shit.

Won't ever be shit.

There go Lou.

Gonna go nurse on...
nurse on his sister's titty.

Hey, if I'm on the right,

your bitch ass
is on the left, baby.

Fuck you.

Shit.

You can't smoke in here,
Detective Howard.

My fault.

The hospital in Montgomery

called with
your cousins' results.

Neither is a good match
as a potential donor for you.

Shit.

They was gonna extort
the hell out of me

for that shit anyway.

Since you don't have
any other relatives,

my office has contacted
the Bone Marrow Donor Registry.

But I don't want
to get your hopes up.

It's a long shot.

And even if we were
to identify a partial match,

we're still operating
on the fringes

of medical science here.

But given the paucity
of choices we're facing,

it's our best and only option.

Lifestyle changes can often
make a big difference

when it comes
to potential outcomes here.

Certainly, smoking
is a bad idea.

Shit. I'm a bad idea.

But also,
modifications to your diet

and a regular exercise regimen

can help to improve
your prognosis.

And there are holistic
and alternative treatments

that, uh, have shown promise.

"Alternative treatments."

So we throwin' Hail Marys now.

Just tell me this: am I on some

get-my-affairs-in-order
type shit?

If we can't find a good match
for you soon,

we'll start to discuss
palliative care.

Hello snow bunny.

Hey. No reading.

You read, you pay.

Put it back.

Yo, when I blow up,

this gonna be the worst
I do right here, yo.

That's a nine for other niggas.

This gonna be, like,
a-a three or four for me.

This the bottom right here.

These hos gonna know me.

My name ain't Famous
for nothin'.

- Yeah, it is.
- Fuck you know, Juke?

I'm a girl.

On the strength of that alone,

I know more about girls
than you

and any other nigga
you know combined.

Your cousin talkin' shit
about us, Kanan.

Wastin' my damn breath,
as usual.

A'ight, then,
what you got, Juke?

Hit us with some of that
girl wisdom of yours.

I know what works
and what doesn't.

I know what feels good.

And I know how to make
somebody else feel good.

Look, unlike you two suckers,

I've actually been
with somebody.

What?

Since when?

You out here like that?
Like-like, for real?

What the fuck?
Who you been with?

I been tryin' to hit them skins
since the fifth fuckin' grade.

- Hey
- You gonna let some random-ass nigga hit?

I'm supposed to be your first.

Uh, yeah,
that was never gonna happen.

And you know that's my cousin

you speakin' on right now,
right?

- Show a little respect, nigga.
- No.

I don't get no word
from either one of y'all.

Especially you, K?

I gotta find out
about this shit

readin' over some random-ass
titties in Playboy.

Yeah, I been busy gettin'
shot at and robbed and shit.

So I'm the last nigga to know.

Yeah. You are.

Bullshit.

Still no idea
who ratted out the spot, right?

Got my suspicions.

Yeah, me too.

Who?

Man, fuck all that.
Let's get back to Juke.

Who hit?

I know you might not
wanna hear this,

but I can't help but think
maybe your girl had a hand.

Hold up. Davina?
You think Davina gave up

- Raq's stash house?
- Famous, shut the fuck up.

I'm sorry, Juke just said
Davina a fuckin' rat.

You fuckin' said it.

Davina ain't had nothin'
to do with that, man.

She was with Buck,
she got connects to Unique,

and you said she rolled
through the spot.

Nigga, she ain't know
what the fuck it was.

It ain't like
I invited her in there.

Whatever, man. I'm just sayin'.

Scrappy.
That's who gave that shit up.

Nigga think I'm takin'
his fuckin' spot.

He call in sick
the same day we get hit

and he show up
with some new Jordans?

He's a fuckin' rat.

I'ma handle that fool, though.

'Cause that's me.

Scrappy one of the most loyal
soldiers your mom's got.

He practically family.

Family?

What you know
about my family, Juke?

I know your family's
my family, nigga.

And there's shit about our
family that you don't know.

Secrets you don't wanna know.

I know your secrets, Juke.

I suggest you watch
your fuckin' mouth.

You think I'm fuckin' scared
of you, nigga?

Yo, fuck you, Kanan.

Where's she goin'?

Don't know, don't care.

Y'all beefin'. Got it.

This is it.

This is the spot.

It's facin' the right way,

so we can see the street
down below.

We'll take this one
and the one underneath it.

Like I said, though,
it's occupied.

And the tenant's got, like,

eight months left
on his lease, so...

Figure that shit out, then.

Figure what shit out?

What the fuck y'all doin'
in my spot?

Y'all must think
I'm some other nigga,

'cause this Black man
ain't goin' nowhere.

But y'all motherfuckers
need to get to steppin'.

And who the fuck told you
you could just

roll through here
without no heads-up, Darius?

He do what we say,
just like you do.

You must got me confused
with some other fool, son.

I ain't goin' out like that.

Yo, I'll tell you
how you goin' out.

I ain't just tellin' you.
I'm showin' you, nigga.

Marvin.

Go get some air.

Take Darius with you.

You know who I am, right?

I think so.

Then you know that one way
or the other, this...

this apartment
is about to be mine.

Only question left is how
you gon' end up in the deal.

Yo, Juke!

Yo, hold up. Damn.
You walk fast as shit.

So who got there before I did?

I can't do this with you
right now, Famous, okay?

I need to be on my own shit.

A'ight. Yo.

I'm 'bout to go to the stu',
put some flows down.

You wanna come through, see
what a real artist look like?

Oh, so you a real artist now?

Man, you know this.

Maybe you could slide through,

hop in the booth,
show 'em what you got.

You know, there's-there's gon'
be a producer there.

I know you wanna be down.

Don't let this shit with Kanan
fuck it up.

That shit gon' be squashed.

Fuck it.

Ain't like I got shit to do
anyway.

You about to me
on my dick, girl.

- Yo, we out.
- Whatever man.

We're gonna clean it out,
clean it up,

and get to this remodel.

Yo, uh, where homeboy
with the mouth at?

Gettin' boxes
to pack his shit up.

- You gon' help him move.
- Yo, fuck that.

That motherfucker be talk...

He better not say shit else.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You can't do
any construction in here

without prior approval
from the building inspector.

We gon' be a'ight.

Look, I just need you
to make sure

that we can get the unit
directly below this one.

Now, go figure that shit out,
and I'll hit you up later.

Bounce, motherfucker.

Yo, so, um, when you and Kanan
movin' in here?

Nigga, is you out
your fuckin' mind?

You think that me and my son,
we movin' up in here?

Shit.

When I move,
you gon' be the last to know.

Look, we bringin'
the business up in here.

From up high like this,

we can see 'em comin'
from a mile away.

No more bum rushes
or tusslin' over corners

or... hidin' stash houses
or bodega bullshit.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Then why you need two?

We gon' connect this unit
to the one below it.

Put in a hidden drop
between 'em.

So if the police,
somebody tries to fuck with us,

we can just throw our shit
down the chute

to the apartment below.

Foolproof.

While 'Nique out on the street,
fightin' for tired corners,

we in the sky,
lookin' down on him

and all the rest
of these motherfuckers.

We 'bout to be
on the mountaintop.

The mountaintop?

I spoke to your uncle.

And I told him the same thing
that I told you.

Look, I don't wanna know
any more

than what I already know
about what happened.

But like I keep tellin' you,
I know shit that you don't.

Come on, why everybody always
tellin' me what I don't know?

You been playin' me, Ma.

One day, I'm in.
Next day, I'm out.

One day, I'm on the stash.

Next day, I'm at after-school
with your man.

You told me you was gonna
show me how this works.

Teach me the game.

Instead, you just been
playin' with my head.

What you want, Kanan? Huh?

And don't tell me
you want a corner,

'cause that's not happenin'.

Not anytime soon, that is.

Look, nobody start off in this
shit bein' Tony Montana.

All right, show me
how to cook, then.

Cook? Cook what?

What you think?

I already know
spaghetti and meatballs.

I wanna learn.

Damn, Kanan.

You my son, that's for sure.

You know what you want,
and you want it now,

and you not gon' wait
on nobody.

Nope. Not even you.

I gotta think about this.

Think about it, Ma.

But I'm done gettin' played.

When I pulled up just now,
I saw you fly into the house

like the police
was chasin' you.

What's goin' on?

I was just gettin' quarters
for Gerardi's.

- I'ma drop you off.
- A'ight.

Uh-oh.

What's lil' man up to?

I thought we were
tailin' Raquel.

You said she might connect back
to that stash house situation.

First off,
that kid right there,

he was friends with D-Wiz.

Went to high school
with Buck Twenty.

And his mom's a known
drug trafficker.

He's got links to every
cold case we got goin' on.

And at the same time,

lil' motherfucker comes
from hustlin' royalty.

His father...
Rondell "Def Con" Stark,

whose face belongs on
the Mount Rushmore of kingpins,

right next to Nicky Barnes
and Frank Lucas.

Kanan Stark's
the motherfuckin' prince

of the Southside.

And sometimes when you wanna
get to the queen...

You gotta go through
the prince.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, let's get it.

Come on, baby.

Money, money, money.
Let's go!

Get that money. Get that money.

Come on boy!

Ooh!

Thought you were sick.

Why you thinkin' 'bout me
at all, nigga?

'Bout to take all
these suckers' money.

Let's go, man.

Hey, you heard about what
happened?

Don't you got errands
to run for your mama?

Go pick up that quart of milk

and a pack of Kools
on the corner, nigga.

Public Enemy's "Shut 'Em Down"
playing over speakers...

I need to talk to you.

You out your fuckin' mind,
puttin' hands on me.

Stash house didn't get hit
by itself, Scrap.

Somebody inside
the crew been talkin'.

Your ass wasn't there
the day we got hit.

I wonder why.

I swear, if you wasn't
Raq's kid,

I'd fuck you up right now
for even thinkin'

about thinkin' that bullshit.

I ain't no snake-ass nigga.

Your moms know that
better than anyone.

If this was comin' from Raq,

I'd be tore up already.

So I know she ain't
put your punk ass on me.

Nigga, this ain't got
nothin' to do with Raq.

I got my own eyes and ears.

You need to get
to your after-school class

or homeroom or whatever, nigga,

'cause you a boy playin'
in a man's world right now.

- Word?
- Yeah.

- Word?
- Come on.

Let's go, boy.
I been waitin' for you.

- You know that, right?
- Yeah.

What's up now? Oh.

Yeah, they call me Slappy.

Yeah. Huh?

Get your ass up.
Let's go.

Let 'em wear themselves out
for a minute.

Let's go. Uh-huh.

Burn off
some of that testosterone?

That's what I'm talkin' about.

Come on, boy.

- Come on!
- Come on.

- Come on.
- What's up, boy?

- Hey, I'm out
- All right. All right.

Rumble in the Jungle's over.

- Nah, we-we were just playin'.
- Yeah, that's my dog.

Yeah, well, your dog's
about to be on a leash.

If the police see this,
I am the one who goes to prison.

And once again,
I'm payin' you for that risk.

That's how this shit works.

That's what the fuck
you signed up for.

I need to be paid more.

We already negotiated a price.

Renegotiate, then.

We shake hands
when we negotiate.

We throw hands
when we renegotiate.

And you don't want that, papi.

You don't want that at all.

Damn, you bleedin', son.

Mouth bleedin'.

Clean yourself up.

What the fuck am I
supposed to do with that?

Name?

I ain't sayin' nothin'

'til my legal guardian
get here.

Look who knows a little bit.

Kanan... Stark.

Date of birth?

I'm waitin' for my people.

I'm excited to see your moms.

Raq love me. She always has.

We go way back.
She ain't tell you about us?

Nah, we don't talk
about police.

Look, I wasn't plannin'
on chargin' you.

I could, but I'm not.

But if you make this harder
than it needs to be,

I'ma take you to a place
you don't wanna go.

August 15, 1975.

Thought you was older.

And why you care?

I'm here for Kanan.
He called me to pick him up.

You okay?

And who are you exactly?

Family friend.

Well, family friend is not
a legal guardian, brother.

Police grabbin' up Black boys
off the street for nothin'

but the melanin in their skin

isn't exactly legal either...
brother.

We got us another nigga
with a law degree

from I Don't Know Shit
University.

I ain't a nigga, Officer.

Somebody got
their feelings hurt.

Apologies, brother.

I ain't your brother, neither.

Stay out of trouble, B.

Let's go.

Yes, sir.

Yo, when's Retta gonna come
to lay the hook?

You like me again?

Never stopped likin' you.

Good, don't ever stop.

Retta said
she's not fuckin' with you

'til you pay what you owe.

A'ight, what about Sylvia?

Same thing.

For the record, I haven't seen
a check in, like, three weeks.

You talkin' family business
in front of the guests, Milo?

I don't give a shit.

They should know you don't pay
what you owe.

We talked about this.
Let me get through the showcase.

Oh, now it's the showcase.

Because before,
it was the meeting at Polygram.

We all gotta eat, Crown.

My kid's mother is about
to take me to court

for missed child support.

How much you need?

You're payin' the bills now?

Yeah.

Lou's my boy.

He's here to help.

That's why he here.

Right?

How much you need
to keep the lights on?

And to keep
your baby moms quiet?

Couple Gs.

You good, then.

The guys down the hall
need to get paid as well.

Whoa, worry about yourself,
Milo.

Get on the board.

And my niece singin'
on the song, by the way.

Uncle Lou, I...

Now, you know this ain't no

Brady Bunch
family fucking band.

We need a professional vocalist
in here, man.

Maybe we should let Crown
do what he does, baby.

Juke been makin' money on her
voice since she was five.

Everyone in the neighborhood
used to give her a quarter

to hear they favorite song.

That's why we call her Jukebox.

Get in there, Juke.

Uncle Lou, it's fine.

Hey.

I just paid
for your studio time.

Time is money, Lou.

No, nigga.

Money is money.

You can drop me right here.

Your house is still
a few blocks up.

I can walk.

Yo, right here, right here.

Is there any way you don't
tell my moms about this?

Man, Kanan, that's-that's
complicated, brother.

I mean, it's not my place.

Cops were just messin' with me.

You said it yourself.
Wasn't even about nothin'.

Is that why you called me?
So your mom wouldn't find out?

You a guy.
You know how mothers can be.

Foster kid.

Yeah, never really
knew my moms.

- My bad.
- Nah.

Look, I can't get
in the middle of you and Raq.

- That's not my place.
- Symphony.

She finds out,

she lockin' me in my room
and tossin' the key.

You ain't even gon'
see me in class.

She won't pull you from class.

Well, you still don't
know her, then.

When she burn shit down,
she burn it all down.

If she asks me,
I'm comin' clean.

I won't lie to her.

But won't offer it up,
either.

Thanks, man.

Just so I know,

why didn't you call
your uncles instead of me?

I couldn't reach 'em.

Right.

What?

He rolled up on me.
In front of the whole block.

Don't care if he's your boy.
I gotta represent.

Get in the car, Scrap.

Fuck, I love this song.
Or at least the part you sing.

I don't know if this guy
rapping is any good.

He actually isn't that bad.

My mom's making spaghetti.

Cool.

What?

Nothin'.

It's just, your parents
are so nice to me,

and they let me eat here
all the time.

But something's wrong?

You guys make spaghetti
different than we do.

By "you guys," you mean...

White people.

Shit. Okay.

And, um, how do Black people
make spaghetti?

Noodles and sauce in a pan.

- Mm-hmm.
- Cheese on top.

Throw all that shit
in the oven.

Spaghetti.

Yeah, I think I still like
white people pasta better.

That's 'cause you white.

Hey, guys, I...

Nicole?

James?

- James.
- What is it?

Get out.

Mom, it's not...

Get out!

- What happened?
- Mom.

And to think
that I let you into my home.

You are fucking repellent!

- Linda.
- Disgusting!

You are not welcome here!
Leave!

You are not to ever
see my daughter again!

- Linda.
- Don't you ever come back!

Linda, please, calm down.

- Tell me what happened.
- Calm down?

- It's not her fault.
- What's not her fault?

I was kissing her.

- Kissing?
- Laverne, please don't leave.

If I see you again,
I will call the police,

and I will have you
arrested for rape!

Mom!

- Honey.
- No! Just fucking stop!

Will somebody please tell me

what the fuck is going on here?

Oh, Jesus!

This might be
the stupidest shit

I've ever done as your mother.

And Lord knows
I've done some stupid shit.

Ma, it's good. It's good.

Look, I'ma show you this,
but from here on out,

you're gonna do
what I tell you to do.

My word gonna be the law.

You do what I say,
and you don't question me.

I got you. No doubt.

Look, the other reason
I'm doin' this is 'cause...

if somethin'
ever happens to me,

I want you to be good.

I want you to be able
to survive.

But you already
promised nothin'

was ever gonna happen to you.

Well, you know enough now
to know that

that's-that's not
a promise I can keep.

First thing you need to know
is, what we're doin' here

is a straight violation.

You don't never cook
where you sleep.

But we only doin'
a small batch,

and I'm not tryin'
to take you over to the lab.

Here.

So you don't inhale this shit.

Go on in.

Sit down, man.

Worrell sayin'
you thinkin' 'bout

flippin' over to this team.

Look, I'm all about
this business, 'Nique.

- It's about earnin' for me.
- Mm.

Nothin' more, nothin' less.

What about Raq?

You sellin' her out
just like that?

Fuck Raq.
And that bitch-ass Kanan.

Payin' my dues for five years,

and that nigga done
jumped me in line.

All the sudden,
he the next one.

I ain't workin'
for Raq kid, hell no.

Yeah, I heard you two
had a little tussle.

You let that little nigga
rough you up, man?

I'm lookin' for a crew
that appreciates me

and what the fuck I bring.

When people who ain't from

around the way meet
a hood nigga like me,

they always think
the same shit:

of course he ended up a thug.

Look where he grew up.

Look at his family.

Look at his fucked-up life.

That sorry motherfucker
didn't have no choice.

No chance.

Because turnin' niggas
like me into an animal

who can't decide shit
for himself

makes 'em feel better.

Because if I can't
think for myself,

then they don't need
to think about me.

But I did have a choice.

And this is what I chose.

It turns out Kanan's 15.

What the fuck you doin' here?

I thought he was 16.

I remember seein' you push him
in the stroller back then,

and I asked you how old he was,

'cause at the time,
I did wonder.

Shit did cross my mind.

I don't know what the fuck
you talkin' about.

Yeah, you do.

Of course you do.

I set out to track you today,

follow you around,
see what you got into,

but somethin' told me
to stick with the kid.

Must have felt
somethin' about him.

Seen somethin' in him.

Shit.

Truth is, I probably
known all along.

Just didn't wanna know.

Def Con went away October '74
and stayed there.

No conjugals, either.
I checked with Corrections.

Kanan told me he was born
on August 15, '75.

Kanan's off-limits to you.

Def Con can't be
Kanan's daddy, Raq.

Stay the fuck
away from my son.

You hid this shit from me.

You hid this shit,
and you'll deny it,

but as sure as
we standin' here

starin' each other
in the fuckin' face,

we both know the truth.

Kanan is my son.