Hey, what y'all trying to grab?
f*ck, bro, I'm cool.
That Zorro's f*cked me up
last night, bro.
That sh*t 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, n*gga.
You know
you're not supposed to eat
no shrimp burrito at 2:00 a.m.
Stanky-a*s n*gga, bro.
Don't let that sh*t slide out
your a*s too, bro.
Man,
f*ck both of y'all, bro.
- I really need to--
- Hey, hey, stop right quick.
- The f*ck you doing?
- I'mma wack this n*gga out.
Hold up, fam.
That's how you rocking, young n*gga?
- sh*t.
- Man, I seen that n*gga drop
that sh*t 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 b*ll*ts
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 sh*t.
You saying anything.
You know
it's just me and you.
No other b*tch for me.
Good.
There better not be.
Mm, come here.
Also, you my f*cking 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, sh*t!
- Yo, yo! What the f*ck?
- Oh, my bad.
- n*gga, you don't know
- how to knock?
- Ah, sh*t, uh, y'all two
are always f*cking,
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, sh*t.
Hey, Destiny.
- How you feelin'?
- Ju. I'm good.
- Yo. Hey, hey. Come on.
- Okay.
- Come on, bro. Come on.
- sh*t.
Man, you always playing
this f*cking 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.
sh*t, I've been outside.
Getting into sh*t?
Yeah.
What's in the bag?
Oh, none of your...
none of your f*cking business.
Oh, sh*t!
Yo, look at
all these letters!
Yo, you can go
anywhere you want, bruh.
I mean, sh*t,
he gonna be the next Kobe
or-- or Michael Jordan,
even better. sh*t!
What's up, bruh?
Eli, you that boy, okay?
You got
the whole city backing you,
'cause you badass.
All right? So, sh*t, relax.
Enjoy that sh*t.
Okay? sh*t, 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. sh*t.
- Yes, sir. Thanks, bro.
- You know I'm in that.
- All right.
Man, get your sh*t
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 a*s
here, girl.
I knew
your a*s 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 sh*t, 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. sh*t.
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.
n*gga dead?
The hell you think
I'm telling the story for?
Of course, he dead,
dummy.
- Damn!
- What?
Why is the n*gga making a mess
all over the whole Corona for?
n*gga is crazy
right here.
This ain't even your whip.
Whose bucket
is this anyway, n*gga?
Who gives a sh*t,
as*h*le?
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 sh*t
out of the b*tch, man.
Homie getting soft on us,
I'm telling you.
Somebody tell Juju
to hurry the f*ck up too, man,
'cause I--
I ain't finna be waiting
for this n*gga forever,
dog.
Freaky dicky n*gga
probably tryin' to rub
one out before he come out.
He sure thinkin'--
Hey, n*gga,
I said two minutes!
- I called you two minutes ago, bro!
- - Hey, bro.
Chill, chill, chill.
It's a neighborhood.
n*gga,
bring your a*s outside.
f*ck 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 a*s?
All right, bro.
sh*t.
Man, sh*t, 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 f*ck you.
- Who they talking about?
- Y'all talking about Ju's mom?
- Oh...
- Hey. Hey, listen, listen.
- f*ck off. What?
I ain't gonna lie,
bruh.
- She is bad as f*ck.
- All right, n*gga.
- Yeah, f*ck y'all. All right?
- I'm telling you, bro.
Oh, sh*t,
check this out.
All right.
So my bro,
he finna propose
to Dee today.
Man, what the f*ck
he doing that for?
This n*gga is on the verge
of getting all the p*ssy
a n*gga could ever dream of.
And he gonna go all
"Captain Save A Hoe"
on a n*gga?
Like, for real,
he gonna go save the b*tch, bro.
f*cked up.
Tone pulling up.
What's happening, Tone?
I see y'all homies out there
doing your thing, man,
making these moves.
Yeah,
I f*ck 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 sh*t here.
- Yeah, bruh.
- You feel me?
Seen that b*tch
he pulled up with?
Man,
fine than a m*therf*cker.
That boy don't listen
for sh*t.
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 a*s 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, sh*t.
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 sh*t
these n*gg*s leave
in their whips, bro.
Like, bruh, like,
not even wallets and sh*t.
We just talking about
random sh*t.
n*gga 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 a*s 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, sh*t!
- 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 p*ssy,
selling stolen merch,
running it up on the internet.
These white boys
be wildin'.
Crazy.
...really need
to hurry his a*s up.
Let me tell you
about my n*gga, Styles.
We really be in the field
splashing for this pay.
n*gga gotta get it
by any means necessary.
This area we headed to
right here, everything goes.
From electronics,
hygiene product,
wild D n*gga, clothes,
even baby formula.
And a n*gga'll sell they mama
down here if they could.
Hey, yo, let me see what you got, brother.
Let me see.
f*ck 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 sh*t, man.
Twenty-five, man.
Come on.
sh*t.
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 f*ck with y'all,
y'all know.
Hey, that's my man
right here.
Told you to f*ck with it
every time.
It's how it is.
You know
we gonna be right back,
right back though type sh*t,
you hear me?
Take care of the little ones
and sh*t 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 n*gga touching
that much chicken
is not leaving that nowhere,
brother. I promise you.
- Hmm.
- White n*gga 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 b*tch house.
- Yeah, shut your a*s up, n*gga.
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, sh*t.
Weapon up in here.
Yo,
what's happenin'?
- This sh*t going silver, bro.
- Oh, sh*t.
Is that P-Lo?
You never disappoint,
man.
Yeah,
that's that n*gga, cuz.
- Quit fanboying now.
- What you mean?
"Is that P-Lo head a*s?"
Man, shut the f*ck up.
- What's happening with y'all?
- Hey, brother.
What, n*gga?
I mean--
If you don't shut
your goofy a*s up...
f*ck.
- n*gga 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 n*gga 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?
sh*t, 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--
- n*gg*s 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 a*s, 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.
sh*t. Oh, sh*t.
- Oh, sh*t!
- Excuse me, sir.
- You can use that card.
- Dolo.
- What up, my n*gga?
- What's up, my n*gg*s?
- Big dog.
- What's up, my guys?
- What up, big bro?
- Chilling, man.
- Trying to get like you.
Put a n*gga on.
- What's good?
- Hey, man.
- Um... Larry.
Hey, before we wrap
all this sh*t up,
let me see them earrings
right there, bruh.
Sheesh!
b*tches gleaming.
Good choice.
Mm-hmm. Oh, yeah.
Ooh, let me see
that bust down piece.
Damn, bro.
- This n*gga on The Thizzler?
- That sh*t crazy.
The f*ck
is you doing here, bro?
sh*t got a 100K views.
He was playing, man.
Hey, you supposed to be
right there with that n*gga.
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 n*gga
- to blow out the city, bro.
- Yeah, man.
- All right.
- Steph Curry in this b*tch.
- That's how it is.
- Hey, make sure
you let
that n*gga know...
don't f*ck this up.
He got this.
- Right.
- This n*gga done copped
the watch for me.
sh**t 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 f*cking 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 a*s,
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, b*tch,
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 f*ck?
No, no, no, no, no, no.
What the f*ck?
- Are you f*cking kidding me?
- f*ck me.
f*ck!
- sh*t. 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.
- f*ck!
- Baby, everybody gets bipped.
Jesus.
Man, answer
your f*cking phone,
n*gga!
f*ck!
Damn!
Baby, wait.
Eli.
Baby, wait.
Pass it back,
pass it back.
- Elijah.
- Oh, pass back.
- sh*t.
- - I thought he was sh1tting on you, bro.
Uh, uh!
Hit that.
Curry.
Stephen Curry.
Who the f*ck
did you tell, n*gga?
- Who the f*ck you tell?
- Who the f*ck are you talking--
- Yo, bro!
- Who the f*ck
is that m*therf*cker?
Whoa, hold on.
Back the f*ck up, bro!
What the f*ck
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 b*tches for?
- Man, shut the f*ck up!
- This sh*t ain't got nothin' to do with you.
- - Baby, relax...
Unless you want something,
n*gga.
Hey, man, look.
I don't want no problems.
You tripping, cuz.
The f*ck 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.
n*gga, put
the f*cking word out
and let 'em know
I ain't playing.
Know who the f*ck I am?
Easy, bro.
Y'all better let everyone know,
even Dolo's a*s, n*gga.
Bro, how could you say
some sh*t like that
when you know
I got your back?
We brothers.
What the f*ck?
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-a*s weights and sh*t.
What you in here doin'?
This n*gga.
Hey.
You heard
about Slim, bruh?
- Yeah, what about him?
- sh*t.
He been runnin' around
the whole hood
telling everybody to tell you
that he lookin' for your a*s.
- What?
- And the way he talkin',
it's like it's on sight
when he see you.
So the basketball playing n*gga
think he a gangster again?
m*therf*cking gangster.
Been ridin' around
the whole hood
telling everybody to tell you
that he looking
for your a*s specifically.
I would've thought
you been had the drop, n*gga.
That b*tch-a*s n*gga better
stick to playing basketball.
n*gga must be mad
somebody bipped his sh*t.
Man, Flyer City, my n*gga.
- It happens.
- f*ck that n*gga.
You got a f*cking lighter?
Y'all here leaving
these big-a*s blunts
in this ashtray and sh*t.
Look, I don't know
what the f*ck is going on
between you two here,
but this sh*t
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.
n*gga, f*ck Dolo!
That n*gga slimy.
That sh*t
ain't gonna get you far.
I have people offering me sh*t
all the time.
I could take
whatever the f*ck 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 sh*t don't look like
we doing too bad.
Man, you so f*cking stupid,
n*gga!
When you gonna open
your eyes, Ju?
n*gg*s like Dolo gotta sleep
with one eye open.
Is that the lifestyle you want?
Ju, you need to grow
the f*ck up, n*gga.
Hey, y'all remember
that, uh, old girl
from the projects
with the rich mama?
- Yep, I remember that b*tch.
- 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 f*ck is that?
Hurry up and grab that sh*t!
The f*ck?
- Move, n*gga.
- f*ck.
I told you
he was trippin'.
This square-a*s n*gga.
Aww, sh*t.
We got a m*therf*cking 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 sh*t
to stay the same way it is.
The f*ck you even here for?
You already know
what I'm here for, n*gga.
Where the f*ck is my ring at?
Why the f*ck would I know
about your ring?
Don't f*cking play
with me, Do.
I know you know
where my sh*t is.
Oh, sh*t.
You got bipped?
Got his a*s.
You left all your sh*t
in your f*cking car.
Why you coming into my spot
with your bullshit?
'Cause I'm saying you keep tabs
on all these dumb-a*s
little m*therf*ckers.
So,
what you calling me?
- A liar...
- Mm.
...or a thief?
Sitting up,
coming in my spot,
talkin' all this sh*t.
You know what?
Let me tell you something.
You know when you thugging
and sh*t in the streets, right?
You might hear
some sh*t.
So, uh...
I heard some sh*t.
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 sh*t.
I heard the little homie
didn't even know
it was your whip.
You know
how this sh*t go.
Trying to get
his first splash.
You remember
them days.
Right, n*gga?
So if you
f*cking remember...
ain't no gettin'
your sh*t back.
So, it is
what it is.
Same old Dolo.
Yeah.
Well, you might have all
these soft-a*s n*gg*s fooled.
What you gettin' up for,
n*gga?
But I ain't no b*tch,
n*gga.
Try me,
m*therf*cker.
What you laughing at,
n*gga? Huh?
Try you?
You trippin'
on a f*cking ring?
For a weak-a*s b*tch?
Look at
the all-star over here.
p*ssy-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 b*tch.
Back yo a*s up!
And what you want,
n*gga? Huh?
Jesus.
You don't know
no better, bruh.
All you know how to do
is be a f*cking snake.
And I'm good
with that.
So if you think I'm too good
for this sh*t in here,
maybe I am.
Clearly, y'all need that sh*t
more than I do.
Broke-a*s b*tches.
Hey, Elijah.
Get rid
of this sh*t.
b*tch-a*s n*gga.
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 sh*t, 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 sh*t,
knowing damn well
that sh*t don't benefit
none of us.
It's like every time a n*gga
about to make it...
Seem like the streets
just take 'em out.
Look,
you my n*gga,
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 b*stards
who k*lled 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 n*gga think
he can't get grabbed
right now.
See, that's what
I'm talking about,
brother.
They act like
they run this sh*t now.
Yeah.
Let me show
you little n*gg*s
how I get down.
- Watch this.
- - Let's see what you talking about, bro.
Look at this n*gga go.
- What?
- Let me get that sh*t.
- Hey!
- sh*t!
Hey, the f*ck you doing
to my car?
Ah, f*ck this sh*t!
f*cking
lowlife criminal!
f*ck you!
This is why I f*cking hate
dirty little n*gg*r*s like you!
Oh, sh*t!
f*ck!
Nobody talks to me
like that, b*tch!
Nobody!
m*therf*cker!
f*ck! b*tch!
Don't nobody f*cking talk
to me like that! Nobody!
- f*ck you doin', n*gga?
- - f*ck this n*gga!
- Let go of me, you n*gga!
- f*ck outta here, man.
- What the f*ck are you doing?
- - Move!
- Let's move! Move!
- Start the car, n*gga!
Start the car!
- b*tch.
- Let's go.
Go, go, go, go, go, go!
f*ck this b*tch-a*s n*gga.
That was
some stupid-a*s sh*t
you did back there.
- What the f*ck was that?
- - Bro, you should've let me k*ll that n*gga, man.
- You gonna do a n*gga with no mask?
- - f*ck you, man.
What the f*ck
was that?
- f*ck that white boy.
- That was some stupid-a*s sh*t
- you did back there, bruh.
- What? So, you--
you just was gonna do
- a n*gga with no mask, Do?
- Yeah, n*gga.
- Oh, this n*gga right here.
- He act like they won't throw
the book at us
over them f*cking white boys!
- That was some stupid-a*s sh*t, bruh!
- - f*ck you, bruh.
Man, what the f*ck
are you looking at?
And why
that f*cking white boy, bro?
You been tripping
lately, man.
f*ck is wrong
with you?
Look, Mellow,
you wanna let
your f*cking nuts hang,
n*gga?
You forgetting who run
this sh*t, huh, n*gga?
- Who run it?
- Me!
I'm getting
real f*cking sick
of your New York City,
Tri-State Area,
East Coast a*s, man.
- n*gga, bust a move then, man!
- All right, n*gga!
- No, he been tripping, bro.
He been fu--
- Hey, bruh, no!
- Shut up your boy, bro!
- Bro.
- You been tripping!
- Y'all n*gg*s is--
Y'all tripping, n*gga!
You know that sh*t was reckless.
You making sh*t hot,
bro,
when you already
getting paper, n*gga!
Come on,
that sh*t stupid!
That sh*t
was stupid as f*ck.
You know what?
All you n*gg*s sound like
some straight b*tches
right now.
That f*cking
nerdy-a*s white boy
needed that sh*t.
- Mm-huh.
- He lucky y'all was there.
You were ready
to crash out.
And, Mellow?
What's up?
Watch your f*cking tone
with me,
or me and you
gotta chuck 'em,
n*gga.
We good?
All right, bruh.
I know
you a gangster, bruh.
I know
you a real n*gga.
And when you dealing
with a n*gga like me,
I'm as real
as they come.
So we good,
bruh?
f*ck this sh*t, bruh.
f*ck that n*gga!
Bruh, n*gga,
you cool off!
- Hey. Hey.
- Man, get your a*s in the car!
Come on.
- Y'all n*gg*s just take a--
- The f*ck you two--
take-- take a hit of the gas--
Shut the f*ck up,
Cloudy!
Hey, more gas
for me then, n*gga.
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 sh*t go.
I-I mean, sh*t,
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.
f*ck.
f*ck!
What I tell you about
doing that sh*t?
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 a*s
to provide
for you two boys,
so you didn't
have to go out there
and do all that sh*t.
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 f*ck do you think
you're doing around here?
- Boy, you better watch
your tongue.
- Nah, nah!
You throw it in my face
all the f*cking time!
You smoking,
you drinking.
You walk up
in this house,
see me,
roll your eyes at me,
go upstairs,
take your little f*cking 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 f*ck it.
f*ck it, I'm out.
What's up, Ju?
- Good game?
- sh*t.
- 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 n*gga
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 k*lling it
out here.
Man, that n*gga Slim was
the rawest n*gga I know
on that hoop, bruh.
It's f*cked up
what happened
to that n*gga, man.
Look,
little bro...
I know me and Slim
had our differences...
...but I'm telling you,
bro,
me and dude was tight.
Like,
f*ck the differences.
He was my n*gga
since we was kids, bro.
But people change.
You seen it,
right?
Yeah.
I've been hearing
a lot of rumors and sh*t, man.
It's getting hot
out here.
Boys sniffing around,
wondering what the f*ck
is going on. Psh.
I just wanna make sure
me and you good.
Don't want nothin'
f*cking 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, n*gga.
Your little a*s don't know
how to mail out sh*t, right?
Yeah.
Yo...
Dolo, I owe you one.
Appreciate you,
big cuz.
Don't even trip off
that sh*t.
It's the least
I can do.
I know y'all got
a lot of sh*t
going on right now.
Plus... I don't want nothin'
f*cking up the operation.
I know that
now that your big bro
gone and sh*t...
you gonna need somebody
to step up in your life.
Somebody to protect you,
guide you,
show you the ropes
of the street sh*t.
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, n*gga?
- Mm.
- All right, little bro.
Bro, what the f*ck
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 n*gg*s
just relax, man?
f*ck.
That's why.
Aw, sh*t.
This n*gga?
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 f*ck up.
What's good, bro?
Come on, man.
Just sitting back,
not saying sh*t, f*cking zombie.
And all you do is smoke,
m*therf*cker.
Give me the weed.
What's wrong
with that, n*gga?
Just a high-a*s n*gga.
You don't get
no f*cking money
no more.
- Damn, man.
- Matter of fact,
give-- give me that.
That n*gga said,
they're, like,
I be taking bumps.
You used to be
a hustler, little n*gga.
Now, all your a*s do is roll up,
hella cookie and sh*t.
- f*ck is wrong with you?
- Okay.
Stop right here, n*gga.
Oh, snap.
These n*gg*s,
I'm telling you,
do not give a f*ck.
Film that real quick.
Babe,
is he hitting the window?
- Oh, sh*t!
- Hey! What the f*ck?
- Do you see this sh*t? Oh.
- This sh*t is crazy.
f*ck up, n*gga.
Hold on, hold on.
Right here, right here.
- Crazy.
- Oh, hell no!
Bippers is everywhere.
They don't give a f*ck
'cause it's broad daylight.
You gotta be cool.
- Can't leave sh*t in the car.
- Nothin'.
Hold on, hold on.
Let me see.
Right here, right here.
Hold on, n*gga.
Let me eat that.
Go on, then.
They do not give a f*ck
out here.
- Oh, sh*t.
- I was telling you.
I just told you that.
Ooh.
- Do you see this sh*t?
- Damn.
sh*t 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, n*gga.
And I'm older than you, n*gga.
And I'm smoking
at the same damn time, n*gga.
Okay, n*gga. I see you got it
in you a little bit, huh?
Still acting? Huh, m*therf*cker?
Hey,
what's the worst bunge
y'all been in?
Uh...
That's a hard choice.
'Cause I done had
a couple a weak b*tches...
Silly as sh*t.
Uh, one day went
to the fish market.
- Oh, you was--
- Whoa, whoa, sh*t!
Police!
Get down
on your knees!
Come on, everybody.
Come on, hit concrete.
Let's go, everybody.
What's up, Darnell?
What the f*ck
you smiling for, huh?
We about to take your a*s 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 f*ck
y'all talking about, man.
I really don't appreciate
your guys
roughing us up
like that,
'cause now...
my clothes stink
like f*cking bacon.
Mm-hmm.
That's my favorite meal.
You know, Elijah's m*rder
wasn't just some random act.
Oh, really?
Never took you
for a k*ller, 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 sh*t, man?
What the f*ck?
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 g*n
in our possession.
These are the shell casings from
your brother's m*rder scene.
About two weeks ago,
some norteo
got picked up
in San Jose.
Crazy thing,
he had a g*n on him.
But we sat on it...
did some more digging.
Turns out, his story holds up.
He didn't k*ll your brother.
Dirty b*tches took
my last paper cookie,
my n*gga.
Hey, man, somebody tell me
what the f*ck just happened
- back there.
- Yo, why the f*ck
is they asking us
about Slim?
Yo, everybody chill
the f*ck out, man!
Let me think.
You good?
I really hope you little n*gg*s
was listening
and paying attention.
Them people
don't got sh*t 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 m*rder.
Like we some
m*therf*cking suspects.
You a suspect, n*gga?
That's what
they set out to do.
They gotta ask
questions.
- Somebody gotta take
the rap, n*gga.
- Nah, nah, n*gga.
They wasn't pressing
about no f*cking bips.
They were asking about a m*rder!
They asked me about Slim,
like I f*ck' know!
- And what did you say?
- n*gga, what the f*ck
you think I said?
Then what the f*ck
you asking me for then,
n*gga?
Look... that sh*t weird
as f*ck.
That's all I'm saying.
So, what you gotta say now?
Hey, f*ck off of me!
The f*ck is wrong
with you, man?
Let little n*gga go, bruh.
What the f*ck?
What the f*ck is wrong
with you, little n*gga?
They gettin'
in your head, man!
This is what
they train to do!
Get in
your f*cking head!
Seem like to me
they doing a great job.
I don't need
this sh*t.
Go on,
get the f*ck up
outta here, n*gga.
That p*ssy-a*s sh*t.
What's up, n*gga?
You keep giving me
all these f*cking funny looks!
Oh, I get it.
You wanna be top dog,
huh, n*gga?
You can't be that, man.
That's me!
You know what?
I been too f*cking cool
with you little n*gg*s.
Putting you little n*gg*s on.
Got you making money
with the team.
Last m*therf*cker
that tried to come play
with me,
it ain't go too well
for that n*gga.
So I suggest
all you little n*gg*s
think about that.
'Cause I don't give a f*ck
about none of you n*gg*s.
- Just like that?
- Yeah, n*gga, just like that.
Who the f*ck you think
that you talking to, man?
- Hey, hey, hey.
- Just be cool, bruh.
Hey.
Y'all n*gg*s, bro,
might as well chuck 'em,
'cause all this testosterone,
bro, you n*gg*s have,
n*gg*s either need
a good meal
or some good p*ssy.
I'm just saying
though, bro.
You n*gg*s need to squash this
'cause this sh*t is embarr--
f*ck this sh*t, bro.
sh*t, man, I'm out.
b*tch, where the f*ck
you going?
I ain't dismiss
your a*s yet.
Do, you may got these
other little n*gg*s fooled,
I'm on point
with my sh*t,
you feel me?
Don't worry,
bro.
Ayo, f*ck them
backdoor n*gg*s, bro.
Yo, you trippin'.
You know I know
who k*lled your brother
and you damn sure know
who k*lled your brother, man.
You could play dumb
all you want...
but that b*tch-a*s n*gga
got somethin' coming for him.
Watch your body,
bro.
Look at that whip
that just pulled up.
Who the f*ck 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 f*ck 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, n*gga.
Look, I'm gonna tell you
one thing about Slim.
That n*gga
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,
n*gga.
What we waitin' on
then, n*gga?
- 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, m*therf*ckers!
Hey!
I f*cking told you!
- What?
Get me my f*cking phone!
- Wait, hold on!
- I don't have your phone!
- Give me my f*cking phone!
- Oh, my God.
- Get the f*ck in the car!
Get in the car!
Hey, Diego,
slow the f*ck down!
Relax, n*gga.
Hey, bruh,
that f*cking Mexican n*gga
almost k*lled your a*s.
What's the n*gga got,
some bricks or somethin'?
n*gga doofing to be the plug.
Why was
that n*gga Diego cousin
running fast as hell?
Got me f*cked up.
Oh, sh*t.
- Oh, sh*t!
- What?
We hit! We hit, n*gga!
Hit for what? Some work?
Fi-- fifty, sixty.
n*gga, this is like a--
like a couple 100,000 at least!
Man, y'all n*gg*s lying.
This sh*t--
You n*gg*s ain't lying.
Let's go inside. Let's go count
this sh*t up right quick.
Stop playing!
Stop playing!
What?
Louis V belt, n*gga!
Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, look!
- Velvet room, bottles on me...
- We made it!
- Yo!
- ...and I need Tone, b*tch!
- We made it.
- I was in that f*cking window--
- n*gga, what?
- Let's throw one up.
- n*gg*s really build like that.
- I told you.
- n*gga, what?
- I told you, n*gga.
Hey, let's throw one up.
Let's throw one up.
- It's time to go up
with my n*gg*s.
- 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 n*gg*s right quick.
- Come on, bruh.
Come on.
- Ah, yeah.
- Come on, bro.
- Toast to new life, man.
Toast to
my m*therf*cking n*gg*s.
n*gga, we just scored,
n*gga.
This a real splash right here.
Let's go, baby.
Money, n*gga,
more life.
- Let's go, baby.
- Get it all in. Ah!
Mm.
Yeah.
Why y'all n*gg*s act like
y'all got half a ticket
- in the m*therf*cking bank?
- Pop it open, n*gga!
- Pop that sh*t open!
- Pop it open!
Hey, n*gga said,
Velvet room.
Let's run, n*gga! What?
The earth saying,
"I'm drinking too."
- Diego.
- I don't give a f*ck.
Oh, my n*gga,
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 n*gga.
Who is this for?
That's your cut, n*gga.
What you mean?
Where the rest
of it?
I-I just pulled
this sh*t.
I thought
we might be splitting it.
Splitting it?
What the f*ck
do you mean?
You would be sitting
at the house mourning
right now, right, n*gga?
And what about
them f*cking packs?
I'm getting real sick
of saving your little a*s.
If I didn't tell
you m*therf*ckers
to bop that load,
none of this
would ever happen.
So, I don't see
what the issue is.
My n*gga,
you-- you keep smiling, bruh.
All right, bruh.
Good joke, n*gga.
Good joke. Where the rest
of that sh*t at, bruh?
- He be playing.
- Bruh, come on, bruh.
Look, Do, I-I think we--
I just thought--
Thought what?
Thought what, n*gga?
That's your problem, Ju.
Stop thinking,
n*gga.
Start doing.
That's what
you been doing.
You n*gg*s
some weird little n*gg*s, bruh.
You know what?
G-O-D.
I'm cool off you little n*gg*s.
f*ck y'all.
Come on, Diego.
f*ck these n*gg*s.
- Oh, and you know what?
- Hold on, hold on.
Neither one
of you little n*gg*s
better not call
my f*cking phone.
n*gga, don't text me.
None of that sh*t.
Unless it's about
some real sh*t.
Have fun
with that little ten ball.
Hit me when y'all ready
for the Velvet room though.
- These n*gg*s
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 f*cking missed out, bruh.
- The f*ck
is you talking about, dog?
- Get off the phone.
I'm talking about
we scored, my n*gga.
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 f*ck I mean.
Same sh*t.
Man, hello?
Yo, is you
even f*cking 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 m*therf*ckers.
One of 'em
out your way.
That's really why
I was calling you, bruh.
Go hit that sh*t.
We'll split it
down the middle.
Um...
- No.
- No, no. I--
I ain't f*cking
with that sh*t, bro.
- I'm cool.
- Yeah, he not f*cking 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 f*cking bag
or you gonna go broke
in the booty, n*gga?
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,
m*therf*cker?
Don't expect
to see me here,
huh, n*gga?
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, n*gga.
What the f*ck?
Hey, m*therf*cker!
n*gga, you deaf,
dumb, or stupid?
What the f*ck is this?
You wanna die
out here?
n*gga, you better
chill out, cousin.
I don't know
why the f*ck you acting like
we ain't got
no problem, n*gga.
n*gga only been home for--
for f*cking two weeks, bruh.
Then I get a call
that my n*gga got hit
by the wharf
last night, bruh.
So, where was y'all at
last night, huh?
We was in Richmond,
f*cking with some hoes,
making some money.
Hey, bruh,
you keep smiling and sh*t
like this sh*t
is a joke,
my n*gga.
The money
that you took, n*gga,
is me
and Tone money, bruh.
You taking money from him,
you taking money from me,
my n*gga.
You young n*gg*s
be with that snake sh*t, bruh.
Backdoor n*gg*s,
bruh.
- I'm gonna make some calls--
- Hey, hey.
n*gga, please,
n*gga.
I hear you talking, n*gga.
That's all you do is talk, bruh.
Man, let's get up
out of here, man.
Quit playing
with these old
suck-a*s n*gg*s, bruh.
- I'm gonna make some calls for you, man.
- - n*gga.
n*gga, f*ck calling, n*gga.
- Bring that m*therf*cking
money, n*gga.
- I got you. I got you.
- I'll be back, n*gga.
Yeah, all right.
- Yeah.
- Hey.
Hey, y'all see this?
What the f*ck?
What's--
They say Mellow is dead, n*gga.
Where the f*ck
was he at? sh*t.
This sh*t can't be real
right now. sh*t.
Pick up the phone!
Hey, Diego, didn't you just text
Mellow last night?
- What was he on, bruh?
- n*gga didn't answer.
Do.
Do, n*gga? You deaf?
Who we on, n*gga?
What we doin'?
You n*gg*s ain't tell nobody
that we hit last night, right?
Naw, man.
Of course not, n*gga.
Okay, cool.
Then I suggest
all you little goofy-a*s n*gg*s
keep your
f*cking mouth shut
and watch
what's said.
I got this.
f*ck you mean
you got this?
You wanna know the truth,
little n*gga?
The reason
your f*cking brother got got
is 'cause the n*gga
got caught slipping.
And Mellow?
That b*tch-a*s n*gga
got a mouth on him.
Probably ran into
the wrong m*therf*cker,
and they smoked
his a*s.
Oh, check this out.
You know Skee?
f*ck Skee.
Any n*gg*s step in my way,
they gonna get it.
I don't give a f*ck.
Any n*gga play with me,
they gonna die.
- That's how I'm rocking.
- Nah, n*gga, nah, nah.
f*ck all that sh*t, n*gga.
This way too close
to home, bruh.
n*gga, it's Mellow,
bruh, Mellow.
n*gga, how we know
that n*gga 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 n*gg*s
get down.
They the real
backdoor boys, n*gga!
Let's get up
out of here, Diego.
n*gga, and where the f*ck
y'all going?
I'm trying to tell you, n*gga,
there's some weird sh*t
going on, bro.
I'm trying to tell you.
This man is f*cked,
n*gga!
Man, I just pulled up
to the shop, bruh.
My f*cking worker talking about
he got f*cking COVID.
And I had to get up
this morning, bruh.
He coughing and sh*t
all on people, bruh.
When he coming back?
I'm not trying
to be here all day.
What's up,
Skee?
Man, what the f*ck? Hey, bro,
let me call you back, bruh.
This little a*s n*gga.
What the f*ck is you doing, bro?
The f*ck you know
what's going on?
What the f*ck you doing
at my shop, my n*gga?
Relax, n*gga. g*dd*mn.
To relax, n*gga?
How can I relax, bruh?
You know
what's going on.
You know a young n*gga like me
keep his ear to the streets.
Is-- So what you hearing?
I f*ck 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, n*gga.
Get on these n*gg*s' head,
bruh.
These n*gg*s
got me f*cked up.
- What the f*ck?
- It was me, n*gga.
The f*ck you do? Hey, bro,
what the f*ck you doing, n*gga?
Ahh!
Time for you old n*gg*s
to get the f*ck out the way.
m*therf*cking
backdoor n*gg*s, man.
That n*gga's crazy.
But you know what?
I got something for that.
Listen,
y'all n*gg*s trust me?
You ain't
even gotta ask
that sh*t.
Hit for m*therf*cking
half a ticket
the other night.
Y'all know
whose money that was.
sh*t, we get
that sh*t back,
we with the big dogs.
Man,
f*ck Dolo.
f*ck all them
shady-a*s n*gg*s, bruh.
Let's get
what's ours.
Here.
You're my n*gga,
man.
- 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 f*ck?
Yo!
Yo!
Who the f*ck is that?
...f*cked!
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.
sh*t, 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 sh*t.
- That wasn't y'all, right?
- Tss.
Hell nah, man.
I hope it wasn't Juju.
Half a ticket, bruh?
sh*t, we'd be in Cabo right now
- going crazy.
- Fired up.
Talking about "toes in the sand"
type sh*t.
But you know
we f*ck with you, Tone.
You know we keep our ears
to the street sh*t.
About to make a couple calls
and sh*t.
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 sh*t.
And the boys he with, man,
iced the f*ck 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 sh*t felt weird.
- Weird as f*ck.
You think them n*gg*s 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 sh*t 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.
sh*t getting funky, my n*gga.
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-a*s sh*t
tonight, bruh.
I'm about to clean house
over here real quick.
I'mma link with y'all n*gg*s
in a bit.
What's up?
Where the f*ck
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?
n*gga, this is
my establishment.
The f*ck
you mean?
I run
this sh*t.
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.
Hey, baby.
You wanna dance?
Nah, I'm straight.
I'm good.
What about
a drink, then?
- b*tch, get the f*ck
off my lap!
Well, then,
f*ck you, n*gga!
You probably broke
as f*ck anyways.
Get the f*ck out of here, man.
Where the f*ck
these n*gg*s at, man?
Is you f*cking serious?
Better get that sh*t
out my face
before you f*ck around
and make me mad.
This m*therf*cker.
n*gga, what the f*ck
you gonna do?
I'm the n*gga
who put you on!
I showed you
how to make money, n*gga.
You finna k*ll me?
Quit f*cking 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, n*gga?
f*cking brother
was a piece of sh*t.
n*gga turned his back on me
when I needed him the most.
After all the sh*t
I did for him.
When they used to pick on
a n*gga at the ball court,
who the f*ck you think
had his back?
It was me!
You think I'm about to let
the n*gga get up and leave
after I put him
in position?
f*ck no.
Your b*tch-a*s brother
walked his hoe a*s
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, n*gga?
Put that f*cking g*n down,
n*gga.
You ain't no k*ller,
n*gga.
If you put
that f*cking g*n down,
I'mma pick it up
and I'mma k*ll you.
Then after I k*ll you,
and we smoke
your a*s...
I'mma go f*ck
your brother b*tch.
Then after I f*ck
that little stupid b*tch,
I'm about to go f*ck
your mama!
Never would've took you
for a k*ller, 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 n*gga 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 sh*t
like that go down.
She thinks we could sell
a Blanco or some sh*t.
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 sh*t.
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.
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