Original subtitles

- [Narrator] Previously on The Dirty D.

- Who is he?

- [Kyra] Who is who?

- Don't fucking play with me.

The nigga you fucking.

I'm here to give you until the end of the week

to let Kyra go, or else.

- Nigga, or else what?

- Or else I'll have this bitch raided and shut down.

- I'm leaving Tiffany, bro.

And for the first time, it's starting

to feel like I can't trust Tiffany ass.

- You know, Jason is a whole dope boy

and a connect like that.

- [Paris] What?

- Malik brought him to our anniversary dinner.

He's trying to do business with my husband.

(body thumps)

- You think this shit a game, huh?

- [Keisha] Terrance, what the fuck?

- [Terrance] I told you what would happen

if you play with me, Keisha.

- Put your hands on my child one more time

and I swear I'll make all your kids bastards.

- Lower your damn voice, bitch.

- Bitch, you fucking Brick?

Since when we start keeping shit like that from each other?

- Yo, why the fuck is Nikki still here?

Thought we said we was firing her ass.

- Brick told Tiffany I sell drugs?

- Yes.

And I just told him it was a big misunderstanding.

You won't lie to me about something like that, right?

- Man, what the fuck?

* She said she wanna go to Motown *

* Wanna see how it is *

* That's 'cause she know that it ain't no town in the world *

* That can sound like this *

* She wanna kick it into drive *

* She wanna move forward on with her life *

* Fast cars, fast life *

* That's my town *

* Living in the fast lane *

* Can't slow down *

* Come and visit Motown *

* City of the blues *

* Feel like Berry Gordy when I step inside this booth *

* I need a Diana who gon come and sing the tunes *

* Or I could hit up Sada when I need to bust a move *

* Yeah, baby I'm from Motown *

* Wanna see how it is *

* That's 'cause she know that it ain't no town in the world *

* That can sound like this *

* She wanna kick it into drive *

* She wanna move forward on with her life *

* Fast cars, fast life *

* That's my town *

* Living in the fast lane *

* Can't slow down *

* Come and visit *

- Man, what the fuck is you doing in my office?

- Putting Paris and her boyfriend's coat up,

and since when has me being in your office a issue?

- Since your hard head ass don't listen.

I told you I don't want that nigga nowhere around here.

- No, you said you didn't want him at the house.

That's totally different.

- Stop being slick with me, Tiff.

You know what the fuck I meant.

- You are being so unreasonable, Brick.

- No, I'm being protective.

- Well, they here now.

What you want me to do?

Ask my best friend to leave?

- All right.

They ain't gotta go,

but they gotta get the fuck out my VIP though.

- Absolutely not.

I'm not about to ask her to leave like she's some random,

in a club that got my name on it?

I guess this some shit you just gonna have

to deal with, like I always do.

- Yeah, all right.

This shit ain't staying in here.

Ain't no telling what type of bugs

or cameras he got in this fit.

(Paris laughs)

- Man, here.

I'll be leaving shortly

and I don't want to leave your guests' coats in my office.

- Told you, you're petty, Brick.

- Ain't nobody thinking about no...

- Shit, all right.

- Came here to have a good time

and that's exactly what I'ma do.

- Damn, this is my jam too.

Let's go to go to the dance floor.

Come on, girl. - Go ahead.

(upbeat hiphop music)

- Hey, you might got Tiffany and Paris fooled

but nigga, I don't trust your ass.

Gonna get to the bottom of who you are

and what the fuck you really want.

(upbeat hiphop music)

- Hey.

I'm sorry no more bottles

while that nigga drinking, all right?

(Jason chuckling)

Keep an eye on him too for me, all right?

- I got you. - All right.

* 24 hours in a day *

* What the fuck you gonna say *

* Pick a lane man *

* You gotta choose one *

- Give me one second, okay, on your bottle?

Yeah, it's so busy, one second.

- Okay.

* Don't be afraid if you gotta lose on *

* I'm tryna take it higher *

* The boy is on fire *

- Hey, can we get a bottle of Patron sent to our table?

- Yep.

- Look, India, I know we didn't start off on the right foot

and that is on me.

- I'm glad you can admit it.

- You ain't gonna make this shit easy, are you?

- Nope.

- Look girl, all I'm saying is we're two grown ass women.

We don't have to be friends but we could squash the beef

and at least be cordial with each other.

Shit, all this is doing is getting in the way

of this motherfucking bread.

- My bag is just fine.

- Yeah, for now.

But once Kyra leaves and you replace her,

that means we will be working together every single night,

which means we should learn to at least get along.

- True.

- So truce?

- First, we need to address the elephant in the room.

Money Mike.

- Oh hell, no.

I know you see all these niggas out here

that came to celebrate my birthday tonight.

- You dead right, niggas out tonight.

- You know. See, I got that cash.

See, I mean, I'ma always do me

and hell yeah, I might get tied up on a nigga

for a minute or two

but, shit how long is that gonna last?

Not too long.

- Well, I guess we can call it a truce.

Well, lemme get back to work.

I'll bring your bottle soon.

- All right, bet.

- What was that about?

- Me and Honey formed a truce.

- Truce?

So what y'all best buds now?

- Calm your jealous ass down.

We just thought all the tension honestly jumped

in the way of the money.

- Sound a little weird to me.

All of a sudden,

out of the clear blue sky, she wanna be best friends?

- I think it has more to do with you leaving soon

and me possibly replacing you

and we might end up working together

so she wanted to squash the beef.

- I hear you.

But I don't trust her.

So if I was you, I'd watch my back.

- [India] I am.

- Last round, Jason.

What you doing?

- You dangerous, man.

- So I've been told.

Now drink up.

- All right.

- Oh, my bad. - Oh.

- Yeah.

- These drinks is such a peeve.

Babe, I think we need to go.

- That's cool.

Yeah, I gotta get up early anyway, so let's get you right.

Thank you for the invite.

We appreciate you.

- I'm sorry about my husband.

- [Jason] All good.

- Not thinking about his ass.

Can you please meet me at the spa tomorrow?

- No bother. You'll find me there by noon.

- Okay, all right.

- Be safe.

Y'all be safe.

- [Jason] All right, love.

Come on now.

Grab me.

- [Paris] Grab, okay.

- [Jason] Thank you.

- [Paris] Need a White Castle.

- [Jason] Mm-mm. We're not getting no fucking White Castle.

- Thank you for being a good sport about Brick tonight.

- It all good, baby.

Hey, at least we tried, right?

I promise you this though.

Brick, whatever he feels about us dating

will never interfere with how we feel about each other.

- I just wanna make sure you real.

- I'm as real as it gets.

I'm taking you home. (laughs)

I'm gonna drop you off.

You done had way too many shots tonight

to be driving, all right?

I'll send an Uber to you in the morning

to take you to get your car from the spa.

- Okay.

- All right. Cool.

(car beeping)

(ominous music)

- Thank you for a good night tonight.

- You know it's the first of many.

I'll call you tomorrow.

- Okay, good night.

- All right.

(car door slams)

(ominous music)

(phone beeps)

- [Terrance] What's up, man?

Call sounded urgent.

- It is.

I went to Brick's Club last night with Paris.

- Finally, we're getting somewhere.

Did you get any new information?

- I did, but I don't think you gonna like it.

- [Terrance] Why not?

- Because it involves Kyra.

- What does Kyra have to do with anything?

- Why you ain't tell me and Captain

that Kyra works at the bar, men?

- Because I didn't think it mattered.

- How the fuck you don't think something like

that matters, man?

That's a major conflict of interest.

- Yeah, but Kyra doesn't even know

that I'm working undercover on this case.

- Come on, T.

If we put charges on Brick, his lawyer can get everything

dropped if they find out about you

and Kyra's relationship, bro.

- You know what, man?

I think you making this more of a big deal than what it is.

- What I saw at that club last night, it's a very big deal

and I think somehow this dude Brick has figured out how

to smuggle the drugs through champagne bottles.

- And what makes you say that?

- Well okay,

so I'm sitting in the club, VIP.

I see certain customers come in, they place a small order,

then they pull out a big ass wad of cash

to pay the waitress.

Waitress leaves, returns

with a weird ass looking black champagne bottle

with no label.

- Order, pay, get the drink you paid for.

I mean is it just me

or does that not sound like what happen

when you place an order at a bar?

- I don't know where you from,

but I've never seen champagne bottles with no labels served

in a bar before.

And get this, once Brick found out I was

in VIP, all the bottles vanished.

There were no more bottles served

for the rest of the night, man.

- I mean so if what you're saying is true, I mean

then maybe we can get the waitress that served the bottles

to flip on Brick.

- Correct.

But there's only one problem.

- And what's that?

- Kyra was the one serving the customers in VIP

and I think she's in on it too.

- Man, Kyra wouldn't do no shit like that.

She just a bottle girl, all right?

- She might be a bottle girl to you.

But the Kyra I saw last night, she was cool

with everything going down.

- So what you saying?

- What I'm saying is if she's caught up

in whatever Brick got going on illegally,

her ass is going down too.

I'm sorry.

I gotta tell Captain about my suspicions.

- Look, let me talk to Captain, all right?

I mean it sound a lot better coming from me.

Just gimme a few days to figure everything out.

- Two days, rookie.

That's it.

- [Terrance] Fuck.

- You been real quiet tonight.

You wanna talk?

- No, no.

It's just some stuff going on at the job.

- I didn't think real estate could be that complicated.

- Huh?

- Huh? Your real estate business.

I thought real estate was just pretty much straightforward.

You just get a house.

- Oh right. - Sell it.

- Yeah.

Yeah, paperwork gets murky sometimes, people close

out deals and back out, that type of thing.

- Okay, well I'm sure you'll figure it all out.

- Yeah.

- In the meantime, maybe I can help you relax.

- I like the sound of that.

* It's bout that time *

* Bout that time *

* Get your camera ready *

(Paris moaning)

* Make sure it's focused on me *

- [Paris] Damn, I needed that.

- Shit, you and I both.

- I need to ask you a question.

- What's up?

- Where do you see this going?

- (laughs) Sex was that good, huh?

You already lock a nigga in.

- Boy, please.

I just don't wanna get hurt, that's all.

- I'm not gonna hurt you, Paris.

I promise.

I wanna ask you something.

- Anything, go ahead.

- It's no secret to anybody

that Brick is not the average businessman

and you're best friends with his wife.

I just wanna make sure that the woman I'm looking forward

to spending the rest of my life with is not tangled up

in that bullshit.

- I don't understand.

- For example, you helping Tiffany clean the money

through the spa?

- (laughs) You've been watching too much damn TV.

What Brick and Tiffany have going on

has nothing to do with me.

My business is the spa.

That's why you see my name on the outside of it.

Worry about my business.

That's it.

- All right, well since you put it that way,

why don't we make this official?

(lips smacking)

- [Jason] Help me get this shit started.

- Time's up, Nikki.

- I told you I'm real close to having what you need.

- And that was months ago.

When we agreed to drop the charges on you

for the drugs we found in your car, it was all based

on the fact that you were supposed

to get us information on Brick.

- I understand that but Brick moves very careful.

So that hasn't been easy at all.

But listen, I just started dating one of Brick's friends

and I know I can get some information outta him.

- Tired. I'm tired of all your promises.

Promises you can't keep.

- I can get you the information, Captain.

I just need a little bit more time.

- If I don't have any useful information outta you inside

of the next week, I'm throwing your ass back in jail.

That's a promise.

(ominous music)

- [Boom] Son of a bitch.

(knuckles rapping)

- [Nikki] Fuck. What now?

- Who just came in this door?

- Nothing. What's up?

I was chilling.

- Thought you drugged motherfuckers at the club.

Now you talking to the cops?

- Boom, what the fuck?

I can explain.

- [Boom] Explain why the fucking cops at your house, Nikki.

- That wasn't the police.

That was a guy I met. (hand thumps)

If you lie, it's the cop to be on the nose.

- I'm not lying, I swear.

(hand thumps)

- Bitch, I'm gonna ask you one fucking time.

What the fuck is going on?

Talk.

- Okay. Damn.

I got pulled over a few months ago

for drugs that I had in my car that I was running

for my ex-boyfriend.

I got arrested but somehow

when they found out I was working at Brick's Club,

they offered me a deal.

- Which was?

- To get them proof that Brick was doing something illegal

in the club and they'll drop all charges.

I didn't want to, but I didn't have no other choice.

- Everybody got a choice, Nikki.

- [Nikki] Boom, I'm so sorry.

- To think I was starting to fall in love with you, bitch.

Fuck.

You know what happens to snitches in the city, right Nikki?

- [Nikki] Fuck.

- [Nikki's Child] Mummy. (ominous music)

(car engine revving)

(gun fires)

(phone buzzes)

- Yeah.

Wait, what?

When?

All right, bro.

Call me if you get some more information.

- Who was that?

- That was Malik.

Paris' boyfriend just got murdered.

- Oh God.

I gotta get to the spa and check on her.

(phone beeps)

- You gonna come with me?

- Nah, it's probably best if I don't.

You know, Paris knew how I felt about that nigga.

- I guess that's true.

- And it's the best time for me to go on ahead

and handle my business too.

Got a little trip I need to go on.

- Nigga, what business trip?

- My business trip.

Didn't I mention it to you?

- No, you didn't mention a business trip to me.

And it's so funny to me

because you know I know exactly what you

do for a living, Brick.

It's no need for you to hide anything from me.

- I understand.

Some things, it's best if you don't know, you know,

for your own safety, baby.

- Right.

I'm probably gonna stay at Paris' house a few days

'cause I know she gonna be sick

when she find out about this.

- Yeah. I figured that anyway.

Well, it's probably a good time for me

to go on my business trip and come back.

- Niggas think they so slick,

but you see what happened to Jason slick ass, right?

- Wait, what?

The fuck that supposed to mean?

Do you know something I don't?

- Of course not.

We don't keep secrets from each other, remember?

(calm music)

- What's up, girl?

I got us some breakfast on the way in.

I can send it back if you want some.

Hey, like what's up?

Why you being weird?

Okay, now you're scaring me.

- Paris, it's Jason.

- What about him? What did he do?

- Jason is dead.

- Oh no, no.

I literally just talked to him so I don't believe you.

- Malik told Brick that he was shot and killed last night.

- Okay, so I'm gonna go call him.

- [Tiffany] He not gonna answer, friend.

- [Voicemail] You have reached the voice mailbox of...

- He not gonna answer, friend.

I'm sorry but you-

- Don't fucking touch me.

Brick did this, didn't he?

- I know you upset, but you talking really crazy right now.

Brick ain't had shit to do with this.

- But you saw how he treated him

at the club the other night.

We all did.

I know Brick had something to do with this

and I'm gonna prove it.

- How the fuck you gonna do that?

- I'm gonna go to the police.

I'm gonna tell them everything that I know.

- And what exactly is that then?

- I'm gonna tell 'em that y'all sell dope.

I'm gonna tell 'em that y'all had everything

to do with killing Jason.

- I really hate you for this, my friend.

- So you a killer now?

Just like your husband.

Go ahead then.

Shoot me, bitch.

It's like I thought.

You deserve to be in jail right next to your husband.

(gun fires)

(ominous music)

- Fuck.

(knuckles rapping)

- Hey, Cap.

- Come on in, Terrance.

Have a seat.

It's been a rough couple days around here

for the department.

- I'm sorry to hear about Officer Marcus's death.

I know you two were close.

- I took Officer Marcus

under my wing right outta the academy.

Quickly he shot to be one of the department's top cops

and one a hell of a career in front of him.

- Do we have any leads about what happened?

- What we know right now is the last person he spoke

with was his girlfriend, Paris.

- Has she been notified?

I mean, I can swing by

and ask a few questions, maybe get a lead.

- Nah, we haven't notified her yet.

We're gonna hold off on questioning her for right now.

- Why? Is she a suspect?

- That's what we're trying to figure out

because she's also best friends

with Tiffany, Brick Davis's wife.

- This is getting crazier by the minute.

- And not only do we have a dead undercover cop,

but our inside informant, Nikki, she's missing too.

And the only thing that two of them had in common

with one another is they were both on Brick.

- Wait, so you think Brick has something to do

with Officer Marcus's death?

- Well it's completely believable.

The last time I spoke with Officer Marcus, he had pretty

much figured out

how Brick Davis was selling drugs outta that club.

That somebody was helping him.

- Did he say who?

- [Captain] No, but he seemed awful anxious to tell me.

- Did he say anything else?

- No.

He was supposed to bring you up to speed on this case.

And then we were supposed

to meet the morning after he was shot.

Did you two have a chance to speak with one another?

- I mean we spoke briefly the other night,

but only thing he was more concerned

with was Brick catching onto who he really was.

- She might be a bottle girl to you,

but the Kyra I saw last night, she was cool

with everything going down.

- And he didn't say anything else?

- No, sir.

- Look, this information might be enough

to get us a search warrant for that club.

I'm telling you right now,

if Brick Davis had anything to do with the murder

of Officer Marcus, I'm gonna do everything in my power

to make sure that him, his wife,

and anyone else involved spends the rest

of their life rotting in a jail cell.

I swear if that's the last thing I do.

- You feel so tense, baby.

- [Brick] Yeah, it's a lot of shit going on right now.

- Well, I'm sure everything can work itself out.

- [Brick] You know that's what I love about you.

You always got something positive to say.

- Yeah, thanks to you.

Haven't been this happy in a long time.

- If you so happy, why you sound so sad?

- Because I'm your side bitch, Brick.

This shit could be snatched away from me at any moment.

- [Brick] But I'll never let that happen to you.

- What makes you so sure?

Everywhere is a nigga telling they

side bitch the same thing

and then they realize they don't wanna leave their family.

- Baby listen, you are my family.

- And Tiffany is your wife.

- Not for long.

I'm leaving her ass.

- Look, I don't want you to leave her

because it's what I want you to do.

- I'm not doing it 'cause that's what you want me to do.

I'm doing it 'cause I wanna do it.

- I just wanna make sure you sure because I-

(phone beeps)

- Fuck.

- Police officers, we have a search warrant.

If you don't intend not going to jail today,

I suggest get your shit and get out now.

- What's going on?

- [Brick] There's some shit going down at the club.

- I'm coming with you.

- No, you stay here until I know what the fuck going on.

Fuck.

- Be careful, I love you.

- [Brick] Bye, love you too.

- Guess my big announcement gonna have

to wait till next time.

- What the fuck is going on here?

- Ma'am, we have a warrant to search these premises.

I want every inch of this place turned upside down.

Let's search from top to bottom.

- Get on the phone, call my husband.

Call Brick right now.

- Everybody else get out now.

- We ain't going no motherfucking where.

I'm definitely not leaving you in my shit, sir.

- It's all right.

We staying right here, bitch.

- And sit your asses down right there

and stay out of my men's way.

- Do your fucking job, bitch.

What the fuck, Brick?

- Well, come.

- Shit, I ain't leaving this motherfucking bottle.

- Come on.

- Shit.

- Wait for me, damn.

- Shit, come on, girl.

Let's take this party back to my crib.

- Come on, man.

Is all that shit even necessary?

- Hey, you not under arrest.

You're more than welcome to leave

while we complete our search.

- I wish I would leave you raggedy motherfuckers in my shit

so y'all can plant some shit.

- Shut the fuck up and sit down so we can finish our job.

- Hey, ain't no need for that disrespect, nigga.

- Captain, I think we found something you might want to see.

- [Boom] Fuck.

- [Tiffany] Nah, mm-mm.

- It's Officer Marcus's badge.

- Hey, y'all bitches planted that shit.

- Shut the fuck up.

- Damn. What the fuck?

- [Boom] Little bitch.

- Hoe ass nigga.

(ominous music)

- [Captain] Hello there.

- Man, what the fuck going on?

- [Captain] Brick Davis?

- What's up?

- [Captain] You're under arrest

for the murder of Officer Marcus Thompson.

- What the fuck is you talking about?

Get off of me.

- You have the right to remain silent.

- [Captain] Arrest this man.

- Hey Tiffany, call my lawyer.

- Take this- - Now.

- Outside of here.

- [Brick] Fuck.

- Damn, I'm buzzing.

Maybe we shouldn't almost killed that bottle on our way here

- Girl, and I don't even drink dark

so you gotta imagine how I'm feeling.

- Man, I'm just happy

to see y'all two motherfuckers finally getting along.

- Nothing like two grown women being able

to put their differences aside

and talk like two grown adults.

- Period.

- Shit, speaking of doing grown things, y'all ladies trying

to make some money?

- Well, that depends on what you have in mind.

- Man, knowing this nigga, it's gonna be some freak shit.

- Yeah, it is.

It ain't shit y'all aint never did before.

I bet you that.

Y'all trying to get this money or what?

- Say less.

- That's what I'm talking about.

* Ass fat, bag bag *

* Yeah I'ma grab that *

* Pass that, pass that *

* Need more of that gas gas *

* Ass fat, bag bag *

* Yeah ima grab that *

* Pass that, pass that *

*Need more of that gas gas *

* Big money little waist, yeah I'ma snatch that *

* 2K for a feat, send it to my Cash App *

* New post on the feed, made another fast bag *

* Every hit, own the splits, run it up at ASCAP *

* Ass fat, your boyfriend tapped that *

* I aint even gotta dance, I just throw that ass back *

* Sit the pussy on his face *

- [Money Mike] Oh, shit.

You gotta switch positions, baby.

Shit. Mm-hmm.

Move over there.

- Wait, stop.

- It's a little too late for all that.

- Why this feel like we did this before?

- That liquor must have you tripping.

You know what?

Just lay back and relax.

- What the fuck is she talking about, Honey?

- Wait, everything coming back to me.

The day me and Nikki was drinking at the bar, one

of y'all slipped something in my drink and...

- [Money Mike] And what?

- And this bitch raped me.

- Man, raped you? - What?

- I ain't raped shit.

I came into the employee room that night

and you came onto me all drunk and shit.

- Bitch, you're not even my type.

- Well, I guess I was that fucking night.

- Bitch, you can play crazy all the fuck you want.

- [Money Mike] Hold on, whoa.

- But I know you did

and you gonna be sorry when I figure it out.

Get the fuck out of my face.

- [Money Mike] Hey look, it'd be a good time to leave.

I ain't gonna stop you.

- [India] Man, open the door.

What the fuck you doing here?

- I'm here to drop my son off to his daddy.

Bitch, what the fuck you doing here?

- Your son daddy?

Ain't that Terrance son?

- [Money Mike] What?

- [Boom] Fuck.

- I can't believe these crooked ass police tore my shit

up like this, bro.

- [Boom] You know them bitches fight dirty.

Fuck.

- I don't even think they was looking

for nothing in particular.

I just think they wanted to ransack this bitch

and plant that shit, bro.

- And we gonna have to get all this shit replaced.

- I ain't thought of that fool.

I already called him

so I'm just waiting on him to call back.

- And Brick going to be pissed the fuck off

if he found out all this shit going on while he locked up.

- Brick.

Did you forget that Brick is the whole reason we

in this bullshit, my nigga?

- Hey, we don't have time for division

and finger pointing, Tiff.

That's what the streets and the cops want us to do.

Come on, Tiff.

- Okay, whatever.

Whatever.

I'll figure this shit out.

You can go on and get outta here.

You supposed to pick your little boy up an hour ago.

Just go. - No, no, no, no, no.

Brick would kill me if I left you here by yourself

and something happened to you.

- Nigga, did you forget I was your fucking boss too?

Now go.

Get outta here.

I got this, Boom.

Look, I'm only gonna wait 10 to 15 minutes max

for the insurance people to call me back.

I just wanna know if they can assess this shit.

- All right, we wait 10, 15 minutes then.

- I said go.

I got nine little friends.

They can help me lock this bitch up

just as good as your ass, nigga.

Now go before I fire your ass, Boom.

- All right, I'm only gonna leave

'cause I know your mean ass will fire me for real.

- Better fucking know it.

- Tiff, let me know you make it in safe, all right?

- [Tiffany] I got you.

- Come unlock this door.

- I'll just finish up

'cause you know you gonna forget some shit.

You ain't never left this place

without forgetting a charger or some keys, something.

- I be smoking that good ass weed.

But I'm good this time, all right?

- You be smoking something.

- [Boom] See you tomorrow, Tiff.

- All right, be careful.

- [Boom] Come on, get this door.

- [Tiffany] I got it. Got you.

(door slams)

- See, I knew your ass was gonna forget something.

Typical.

(Tiffany screams) What the fuck?

* Poetics bring the drums in *

* I need all the wins, yeah *

* Ain't no L's, I gotta get it, no callin' quits, yeah *

* Gotta keep on movin', no matter how hard it gets, yeah *

* Better move out the way 'cause I'm coming with harder hits *

* My head is as hard as a brick *

* But I'm harder than all of this *

* You better move, you might get knocked out, knocked out *

* You better move, you might get knocked out, knocked out *

* You better move, you might get knocked out, knocked out *

* You better mov5, you gone get knocked out, knocked out *

* I wear my heart on my sleeve *

* Stressed, see all of my grief *

* That's how I get it, success, ain't no givin' some days *

* I don't eat, I don't sleep *

* When I'm focused, I'm dangerous *

* They don't want it when I'm anxious *

* Ain't no limit 'til I tank *

* I'm runnin' on fumes, the opposition don't amaze *

* A rose risen through the pavement *

* Get your hands outta my bag *

* I know this because I've been in it, I don't mean to brag *

* I guess that's what happens *

* When you taking care of your business *

* Plus a family, you do the math *

* I'm out of my pocket, Houston, we've got a problem *

* I ain't perfect, let 'em watch me *

* Elevatin' got 'em nauseous *

* 'Cause I'm the pilot in the cockpit *

* Nosedivin' ain't no option, woo *

* Watch how I get ahead, watch how I get ahead *

* Watch how I get ahead, woo *

* Watch how I set it up, bet you I shut it down *

* Watch how I get a win *

* I don't think they really wanna come against the one *

* Who got a finger 'round the pin on the grenade *

* I ain't never been the one, you think you can pet *

* I'm a lion, but the one up out the cage *

* I need all the wins *

* Yeah, ain't no L's, I gotta get it, no callin' quits, yeah *

* Gotta keep on movin', no matter how hard it gets, yeah *

* Better move out the way 'cause I'm coming with harder hits *

* My head is as hard as a brick *

* But I'm harder than all of this *

* You better move, you might get knocked, out knocked out *

* You better move, you might get knocked out, knocked out *

* You better move, you might get knocked out, knocked out *

* You better move, you might get knocked out, knocked out *

* You better move, you might get knocked out, knocked out *

* You better move, you might get knocked out, knocked out *

* You better move, you might get knocked out, knocked out *

* You better move, you might get knocked out, knocked out *

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