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Kane is in the
building, nigga...

Now tell me how you love
it You know you at the top

When only heaven's
right above it, we on

'Cause we on

Who else is really trying to
fuck With Hollywood Cole?

I'm with Marley G, bro

Flying Holly Grove chicks
To my Hollywood shows

And I wanna tell you Something
that you probably should know

This that Slumdog
Millionaire Bollywood flow

And...

My real friends
never hearing from me

Fake friends write the wrong
Answers on the mirror for me

That's why I pick and choose
I don't get shit confused

Don't like my women
single I like my chicks in twos

And these days All
the girls is down to roll

I hit the strip club And all
them bitches find the pole

Plus, I been sippin' So
this shit is movin' kinda slow

Just tell my girl To tell
her friend that it's time to go

Life isn't a straight line.

There were so many times
when my life could've ended up

different than it did.

So many bad choices.

Ooh, what up, baby?

She do got a little ass on her.

Hey, you trying fuck with a
rich nigga or something, baby?

You need to leave
this nigga alone

- with that little-ass cock.
- The fuck did you say?

Man, get your
bitch-ass back in the car.

I had a lot of friends
who could ball.

These guys had real talent,
way more talent than me.

- Fuck you talking to?
- Who do you think you are?

Kiss my Balenciaga ass, nigga!

You don't know who they are.

You wouldn't
recognize their faces,

'cause they never made it out.

Shut your ass up, nigga!

- What the fuck is wrong with you?
- Let's go, bro.

I'll kill that bitch-ass nigga!

What the fuck is wrong
with that nigga, man?

Why you gotta throw
the money and shit?

You could've gave
that shit to me, bro.

Those kids had no idea
what they were capable of

because no one ever told 'em.

How does talent get wasted?

How do lives get thrown away?

- Stop it!
- Oh, he's strapped!

Bitch-ass nigga!

I'd often ask myself...

"What's so special about me?"

Then I just got lucky.

Good morning, Candace.

Call to pressure me, or
you just miss my voice?

Yes and yes.

You need to be fully financed
by the end of the week

if we're gonna push you through.

Ah, so this is
a collection call.

Full transparency,

there are competing
offers on the team.

"Competing offers"?

Is this a joke? Look,
you guys came to me.

I was retired on a fucking
beach until you called.

I am so sorry

- for complicating your life.
- You know what I'm saying.

And all I'm saying is you
need to secure your financing.

Bossman and I will
keep the others at bay.

I want this to work out for you.

Besides, they don't have
what you have, big guy.

No.

Just lighter complexions
and a lot more green.

And neither is worth
what it used to be.

Did you blow all that
money I made you already?

Oh, even better.

Sir Lancelot, you missed
the architect meeting.

Yeah, we're in crisis mode,
Joseph, putting out fires.

What could possibly be more
important than building our future home?

Keeping the current
one from burning down.

We haven't seen Dan today.

He's not in the office
and didn't call in.

We've got Odell Beckham
Jr. In here in five hours.

We don't need this crisis
looming over our heads

like a dirty,
uninvited ball bag.

See, see, see? This...

This is a lesson of what happens
when you enable people, Kate.

Hopefully, he quit.
I mean, who cares?

You'll fucking care
when Gloria fucking Allred

marches through that door
with enough hairspray on

to asphyxiate
the entire bullpen.

Oh, yeah? Does
she rep dudes now?

Dan is dude-adjacent, at best.

Okay, what reason could
he have to wanna sue us?

I mean, I feel like you both are
being a tad bit alarmist right now.

Well, I think you're
being a tad bit idiotic.

This is easily a hostile
workplace environment issue.

Oh, a hostile workplace?
Kate, look around.

We have more arcade games
than we have desks, for shit's sake.

Corrosive language.

Yesterday alone, you used "pussy,"
"fuck," "shit," "fucking asshole,"

and others I will not repeat.

No, I... I did?

Okay, maybe I did. I don't know.

I'm very expressive.
I'm given to hyperbole.

And occasionally, yeah, you know,
I turn office supplies into missiles

and I launch them
at employees' heads.

They get it. They
think it's funny.

Look, this isn't your old life,

where you and that
muscly pharaoh went around

threatening people with
violence as a matter of course.

Now, that is a normal
workday in America.

And we always got the job done.

Yeah, well, getting the job done

ain't the most important
thing anymore, Joe.

The work is still important,
but so is the environment.

Okay. What do you
guys suggest I do?

Mmm. There is something,

but I don't know if you
can make it happen.

It's tricky and complicated, and
will be tough for you to pull off.

It's called an apology.

Welcome back.

I know you?

This nigga got amnesia.

That gas will play
tricks on your mind.

I'm fucking with you.

- How you feeling, baby?
- I feel good.

Ain't shit to it, really. They
just put your ass to sleep,

wake you up. No big deal.

That's my favorite
part, the drip.

You think if I run down the hall
and butter up one of those nurses,

they'll give me some
of that shit for free?

Yeah, why don't
you go do that, T?

Close the damn
door behind you, too.

I can take a hint, but
you mean sometimes.

Thanks for showing, Chuck.
How'd they say it went?

Pretty good, considering.

Yeah, Doc Davidson is a pro.

Your ACL, MCL, and PCL
all sewn up now, buddy.

Oh, that's what's up.

Well, when am I
getting up outta here?

As soon as you can
talk to Doc Davidson.

Let's get something
to eat first.

I actually got you some muffins.

I used to love to munch on
'em whenever I got cut on.

Well, you know what?
We'll take 'em with us.

TTD can eat 'em on
the way to breakfast.

I'm not talking to no doctor.

You ain't getting outta here until
you talk to Doc Davidson, okay?

So you can either talk to him
now, or talk to him next week.

Your choice.

Look at the new besties.

- What up, Reg?
- 'Sup, Reg?

It's nice to see
you again, Colby.

Uh, but, V, did you forget today's
lunch was to discuss your future?

Uh, why do you
think he brought me?

No fucking idea.

For verification.

Me and Colby, we was up
all night playing all type of shit.

"Up all night"?

Playing with a 14-year-old
white boy? Be careful.

Lifetime gonna make a
Surviving Vernon Littlefield.

You better watch
your mouth. And I'm 15.

Stop harassing. We been gaming.

Yeah, League of
Legends. He's a beast.

Of course he is.
He's a natural athlete.

Vernon, can I speak
to you in private?

What up?

What up is, I gotta reel
you back in to reality

and get you focused
on your day job.

Gaming can be my daytime job.

I'm a natural. You
said it yourself.

I was being nice. Man,
don't... don't talk crazy.

I wanna be a two-sport athlete.

I bust ass in 2K,
but it doesn't mean

I'm gonna quit Sports X and
pretend to be Steph Curry.

- I'll show you.
- How you gon' do that?

One v. one. First blood wins.

Loser never questions me again.

Thank you.

Where's the seafood tower?

My cholesterol's a little high.

I don't wanna go into cardiac
arrest before your big presentation.

We heard you were
bringing us something special.

Which you've already accomplished
by bringing absolutely nothing at all,

by which I mean Joe Krutel.

How is the prodigal son?

- I don't know. We don't talk much.
- Oh, what a shame.

I wish that was
the case with us.

Well, just stop talking then.

Why don't you stop talking?

- For two minutes, just shut up.
- Why don't you just shut up!

- Why don't you shut up?
- Zip it up and shut it down.

You're not the boss of me!

Okay, why don't we just listen
to what our retiree has to say?

Maybe you need help
with your AARP application.

No, no. I just need your attention.
I don't have much time, okay?

We have very successfully
done a stadium deal together.

What if we bought a franchise?

- My nipples are getting hard.
- Oh, don't be crass.

I have the inside track
on the Kansas City Chiefs.

NFL franchise...

Government-issued,
high-yield bond.

How much?

Three bil.

Oh, with a strike looming?

That's also considerably more
than the last team that traded hands.

There's some good
money to be made here,

especially considering that
the league is thinking about

expanding their
schedule to 18 games.

Who's gonna run the show
now that Joe Krutel is no longer?

I haven't figured that out yet.

Three billion without a plan?

The moment we take control of the
team, we can bring in our own people.

Our people?

Team's on the upswing.
Mahomes is killing it.

With a little help, maybe
they can win the Super Bowl.

Has Mahomes been re-signed?

First order of business.

Against the backdrop of a
new CBA. It's... it's kinda risky.

Hey, big man.
Can I get a minute?

Yeah, as long as you
don't try to strip-search me.

No, never again. Come on.

So what's going on, Hos?

How's the world of security?

We all safe?

Oh, for the time being.

But if I were you, I'd stay
away from Jack in the Box.

Ooh, them chili cheese
fries, though. I love 'em.

You like it with
or without lead?

What are you talkin' about?

Is that Kisan Teague?

Well, it damn sure
ain't Wyatt Earp.

Oh, my God. Did
they kill somebody?

No, they just grazed a kid.

- Anyone else seen this?
- By "anyone else,"

I'm assuming you're talking
about the league office?

- For starters.
- We don't know if they'd seen

or hadn't seen it until we
know, if you know what I mean.

But, to the best
of my knowledge,

I'm the only one
with this footage.

- How'd you get it?
- Come on now, Charles.

Do I ask you how
you do your job?

You are really one
thorough brother.

I will crawl up a snake's
ass to find a mouse.

Now you just thank God that
Sheriff Hos is on your side, man.

Here, take that.

Hey, buddy.

We just, uh, came by to
see how you were doing.

I was afraid that
you were out sick.

Yeah, right. Whatever.

I was meeting with
Hypebeast, remember?

The guys you went
on your little rant about?

Pascal, their lifestyle editor, is
coming to the Municipal launch.

Oh-ho!

Well... So, I motivated you.

- Huh.
- That is not the word I would use.

Well, that's why Joe's here.

- Right, Joe?
- Yes, that's right.

That's why I'm here.

Dan, I wanna apologize to you

for my crude language the
other day. Totally uncalled for.

- You mean when you called me a pussy?
- Yeah.

That's exactly right,
when I called you a pussy.

- For that, I am sorry.
- Okay, well, your apology rings hollow

because your actions
speak louder than words.

Dan, shut the fuck up
and accept the apology.

Okay, fine. Accepted.

- Happy?
- Great.

Now, we've got a
meeting with OBJ.

That's right, and I
want you in on it with us.

Wait, you... you do?

Yup. I sure do.

Now get the fuck in the car.

What the fuck are we
doing out here right now?

Shit.

Damn!

Gentlemen, hop in.

Fellas, nice to see
you arrive in one piece.

I know you're not talking to me.

- Appreciate the concern, Chuck.
- Anytime.

- So, let's talk.
- It's why we're here.

What, we watching a
movie together or something?

Yeah. It's a thriller.

Yet to be released, but something
tells me you already seen it.

How 'bout we cut to the chase
and you tell us how it ends?

Well, you sure you wanna know?

We don't wanna put you
in a precarious position.

Try me.

All right, look,

I was grabbing a burger with my
boys, right? And the next thing I know,

I'm in the middle of Unforgiven.

So you're admitting that
your boys participated?

Hell yeah. And I'm
lucky they did, too.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be
here to tell you the truth.

Chuck, you would've
did the same shit.

- Oh, I doubt that.
- Come on.

Maybe, maybe not.

Running around in the middle of the
night with my boys, holding weapons?

Not exactly a good
representation of the team.

Matter of fact, I think
it's downright stupid.

It's a necessity, Chuck.

I ain't do nothing but be at the
wrong place at the wrong time.

I mean, can't a brother go get a
burger without all the drama and shit?

- Damn!
- I don't know.

I go home to my wife.
She makes me brisket.

Oh, it's over. It's over, bro.

Come on, come on, come
on, come on, come on.

Your boy's game is moist.

Yeah, you wet, too.

Wait, were you really trying?

- I never disrespect the game.
- I want a fucking rematch.

There ain't gonna be no rematch.

Gotta bounce now anyways.
Mom's waiting in the whip.

- See, Reg?
- I'm impressed.

I mean, you're better than good,

but still not nearly as
good as you are at football.

Ain't nothing worse
than a nonbeliever.

What you saying?

That you're the 500th
best gamer in the world,

but you're the tenth best
defensive player in the NFL.

One can make $100 million.
The other lives off energy drinks.

It ain't all about money, Reg.

If you ain't gonna support my
dreams, I'm not gonna support yours.

- What are you saying?
- Don't make me say it.

Say what you gotta say.

You won't support me,
I'll find somebody who will.

Damn. We there, huh?

It's one thing to get
a second chance.

It's another thing to
actually do something with it.

When I got to college,
I was still wilding.

Focusing wasn't easy,
especially in South Beach.

When you're the shit at the
U, it is a whole other level.

But the higher the level,
the further you've got to fall.

Yo, Doc, what's good?

- Where'd everybody go?
- I sent 'em home.

Wanna do this solo.

Well... Good news
is, surgery went well.

- How long is it gonna take?
- To recover?

- Yeah.
- You're looking at eight months.

Figured. Three tears.

Sorry it's not faster. I know
time is of the essence for you.

- Yeah, time has run out.
- Not necessarily.

I did Darren Sproles' ACL
and arm a couple years ago.

He came back
just fine. He was 35.

Appreciate your optimism, Doc,
but ACL and an arm aren't three tears.

Besides, when you
know, you know.

How'd the meeting go
with Jason and Kisan?

- What meeting?
- Oh, I get it.

You don't have to acknowledge
it, but just know that I know.

Know what?

You're planning
on clipping Kisan.

Whoa, slow down, Benny.
We just lost Ricky Jerret.

Oh, come on. I seen
Hos take you aside.

Yes, that's what your
eyes are telling you,

but how 'bout you use your ears?

I need a list of all available
speed players ASAP.

I hear you. You'll have it
on your desk by tomorrow.

You know, Benny, it's
like you're starting to be

too observant for your own good.

Hey, if you don't stay on your
toes, you wind up on your ass.

Have any clever sayings
about drive-by shootings?

No. But my dad always said,

"Never trust a guy
who hasn't done time."

Feeling better about
the situation already.

Anytime, boss.

The list?

You know, once you've had
your life given back to you,

you wanna give it
back to somebody else.

But you'll never know if they're
worthy until it all plays out.

When I was 18, I got into a fight
just days after I landed in Miami.

I didn't start it,
but I finished it.

Beat a guy up pretty good.

Got arrested.

My scholarship was in question.

I was really fucked until one of
my professors vouched for me.

Luck comes in random ways.

- Here you go, baby.
- Thank you.

Mmm-hmm.

Non-alcoholic?

Ain't gonna be no beer
while you on painkillers.

You don't need no alcohol.

Only leads to depression.

See, that's why I try
the plant-based high.

If I drink wine, you could fill
an empty bottle with my tears.

You should be less concerned
with the emotions, TTD,

and more concerned with
the sugars and saturated fats.

See, not everybody gonna look
like you, Amber, and I don't think

- it's nice that you body-shaming me.
- All right. People, people.

If I'm gonna be holed up
here for the new few months,

I'mma need everybody
to take it down a notch,

especially you, TTD, please.

Sounds like
self-pity's settin' in.

It's not self-pity, all right?

It's just obvious.

What's that?

It's definite. It's over, y'all.

- You retiring again?
- Don't be a dick, TTD.

For the last and final.

It's clear to me that
this is God's plan.

He put that car on
that street for a reason.

Are you sure that was God

and not some soccer
mom with her celery juice

looking at an iPhone?

She coulda killed me, T.

But God spared me,

so he must have
something in mind for me.

Any idea what that is?

Nope.

But that ain't the point, is it?

I'm proud of you, baby.
That's the way to think.

On to the next.

Hey, TTD. Give us a minute.

What?

Get the fuck outta here.

Oh, you ain't gonna
talk to me like that.

Y'all Jerrets a trip.

- 'Sup, man?
- What up, Pop?

I just wanna tell you
how proud I am of you.

I appreciate it, old man,
but you ain't have to say that.

Yes, I do. Not only
that, I wanted to.

You've had an
amazing career, Ricky.

Much better than mine.

- Yeah, right.
- Nah, nah, it's true.

And way better than most.

It's not just your
God-given talent.

But your key to success was
your effort and your drive, Ricky.

That's what I'm proud of.

I mean, you gonna
get that jacket, man.

I had more left.

Well, you're just gonna have
to find someplace else to put it.

- Hey, OBJ.
- There he is.

- Yes.
- What's up, my bro?

- Joe.
- Meet the Illuminati.

How you doing? Lance
doesn't shut up about y'all.

Well, Lance doesn't shut up
about much of anything, does he?

Some of the nice things I said
about Joe, I may have embellished.

Honestly, I was a bit stunned
when Lance said he knew you.

I've never met this
man before in my life.

Oi!

- That makes sense.
- Please, I've known Odell

since he was catching
dimes in diapers.

Hooked up with his parents
in the French Quarter.

- I was tripping off my nuts.
- Shit-faced on Bourbon Street.

I don't know. I can't think
of anything better than that.

Yeah, I can, being under a mound
of cocaine in London in the '90s.

Ah, a bit of charlie.

The mates love him.

I met him on a
meditation retreat, I think?

Well, actually, Lance is
very, very good at his job.

Which is what?

Like, all I know is you
used to work for Spencer.

Uh, Joe is an expert in finance,
Lance a marketing genius,

Dan's head of branding,
and I'm creative director.

That's a dope team.
So where do I fit?

- Where don't you fit?
- We are...

Cultural curators. I get it.

Obviously with my
accent, I bring the culture.

So who brings the ideas?

Well, I got one for you.

We are about to break ground
on a one-of-a-kind campus.

Sports, art, fashion, music.

You can and should
be the face of that.

- Oh, yeah.
- I might fuck with that.

Mmm-hmm.

Yeah, I mean, what better
way to evolve your brand, right?

Performance is key, and that's
what you and we are known for.

- That's right.
- Y'all share a brain, or what?

Little bit, like...

Uh... We share a
vision of the future.

I like to think that
the future's now.

I like to think the past
is best left in the past.

Yeah, okay, well, in the
midst of all this profundity

and all this musing about time,

I'm gonna show you
something so beautiful,

it's gonna give you
alopecia on your bollocks.

Check this out, my friend.

- You don't say much, do you?
- I'm not allowed to.

All right, Dan. It's your turn
to shine, you crazy diamond.

Drop the tarp.

- That's hard.
- Whoa.

When we're done, this is
gonna be the house that O built.

Careful what you wish
for. I got ideas, too.

It's good. It's accurate.

You know what
we're looking at here?

- What?
- A future legend.

This effervescent warrior
princess closed OBJ

without a bead of sweat
or a twitch on her face.

I know. She was so
cool! How are you so cool?

- I don't know. Must be the shoes.
- It's gotta be the shoes.

This calls for a celebration.

- Yeah.
- Obviously not for me.

I've got chronic liver damage
due to bad life choices.

- A toast...
- "A toast."

What is this, The Great Gatsby?

- Come on, give me a cuddle.
- Ah, bring it in, boys.

- Amazing today.
- Ah, good work.

We're the best. We're the best.

Money. Must be the shoes.

Well, is that the
look of victory?

- Well, it all depends.
- On what?

On you.

Need to assemble
a management team.

Well, I thought closing
was your strength.

Now you need my help?

Well, even I know
my own limitations.

Nothing sexier.

I need you.

- You're a key piece.
- I'm flattered. Ish.

- Key to...
- To help run the organization.

I need you to be the new
president of the Chiefs.

Ah...

- Nice title.
- Yeah.

- Paycheck ain't bad either.
- Poaching people already.

Well, I call it
recognizing talent.

Hmm.

Well, unfortunately, I fancy
myself a boss, an owner.

Besides, I'm
getting a promotion.

They're making me the
number two behind Roger.

- For delivering me.
- High tide raises all boats.

You set me up.

Well, if I did, it
was unintentional.

Well, a girl's gotta do
what a girl's gotta do, right?

But I would call your
bosses and tell them that

- that deal is about to fall through.
- Hmm.

I think I'll wait on that.

Because I know that
you're resourceful.

And there is no one I'd bet on
more than Spencer Strasmore.

Nigga You was my dream, fool

I don't need that
stress, that stress

I'm a boss in a fucking dress

Nigga, stay in line

Hype shit, never hype bitch

Know now that you're
dealing with a crisis

Never been nice,
never been nice, nigga

I'm a thrift store
kid, real fly, nigga

Haven't seen a show
Till you see me live, nigga

At 23 sold dreams
to my side nigga

See God when you
look me in my eyes, nigga

Learnt from 'Ye Then went
and touched the sky, nigga

Fifteen when I wrote
Will To Survive, nigga

Fast-forward seven
years Low Tides, nigga

Stayed in my own
lane Never side tracked

I serve-serve, lemme
prep it Lemme dice that

You likkle rodents went
and fell into my mice trap

And you can send a
diss I will never write back

Never lack Still
whippin' main road, nigga

Man they shoulda never
let me discover the mic

Stop fucking with my heart

Nigga, you was my dream, fool

Little bitch

Oh, now you a man, ho?

Stop fucking with my heart