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Man, I don't like this type of shit.
Man, I can see y'all motherfuckers
in that window just sitting there looking at me, man.
Got a nigga sitting in this bitch.
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Man, it's cold in here.
Shit, nigga, I need to smoke or something, man.
Goddamn.
Shit, man.
Y'all need to hurry up and come talk to me
and tell me why I'm in this motherfucker.
I ain't done a motherfucking thing, man.
Well Mr. White,
let's start with your daughter, Marie.
What you mean start with Marie?
[Narrator] Communications became
the most vital aspect of our economy.
The post office became the prime artery of commerce.
For a time, the department was perfectly able to keep up.
If the mail piled high, put on another piece of equipment.
And if that didn't do the trick,
add a few more clerks or a flock of carriers.
But by World War I,
the post office carried more advertising in a week
than all the newspapers and magazines
could carry in a year. (cellphone buzzing)
It was the country's bill collector,
check deliverer, errand runner.
(door clicks shut)
The volume of mail delivered leaped to 20 billion.
By 1948 it had doubled, 40 billion.
Literally-
(dramatic R&B music)
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Yeah, I need your, need your love ♪
♪ Presets, buy me I ain't signing shit ♪
♪ Get it low, bust ass beat it with the clip ♪
♪ Took a trip by myself I did it for the team ♪
♪ Streets went crazy, dropped that D boy dream ♪
♪ Saw the world, half an ounce came a long way ♪
♪ Riding round nowhere to go ♪
♪ Nigga, me and K ♪
♪ Find a plug, beat the team, D-boy shit ♪
♪ Trust Mel with my life ♪
♪ Can't lean I'm out the mix ♪
♪ Best feeling in the world, everybody eat ♪
♪ Man, never shot a fly ♪
♪ You gotta get a piece ♪
♪ Hate to see my niggas down, it really fuck with me ♪
♪ Have to cut some niggas off ♪
♪ Ain't really fuck with me ♪
♪ Bro, I'm selling extra hundred, really fuck with me ♪
♪ I ain't never call my nigga, know it stuck with me ♪
♪ When you down, feeling broke ♪
♪ They gonna treat you bad ♪
♪ Real nigga motivation go and get a bag ♪
♪ When you were clocking in ♪
♪ Nigga, I was in the trap ♪
♪ Got one foot in, one still left ♪
♪ Know that shit don't last forever, focus on the rap ♪
♪ Addicted to the money ♪
♪ Hard to let go the trap ♪
♪ When you can get out in a minute, nigga want a drop ♪
♪ How you let it go ♪
Hello?
Yeah girl, we outside.
You said they got the section and the bottom?
All right, that's a bet.
(box thumps)
♪ Take your time, then I vibe ♪
♪ Nigga, be patient ♪
(person knocking on door)
(Charleston groaning)
Shit.
(Charleston mumbling)
Shit, it's cold.
[Radio Announcer] Police said earlier
the detective working this case-
(toilet flushes)
Two people found dead inside that home
and they are both female.
Now we're told that just before seven-
(distant siren wailing)
- Who left some shit on my motherfucking porch?
(Charleston speaking faintly)
They didn't leave their name, no nothing.
You know, they're probably sending anthrax,
dude did it like that one time.
Who would leave that damn box?
Would would leave it like that?
(Charleston mumbling)
(suspenseful music)
(cellphone buzzing)
Good morning, baby.
It's crazy I get to wake up
to the girl of my dreams every morning.
A nigga can get used to this.
Shawn, move.
Nigga, your ass should be up before me.
We got bills to pay, grown folks bills to pay at that,
and that little basketball over there
don't put tissue or pay the bills in this motherfucker.
Get up.
Damn, babe.
Nigga trying.
Ain't like I'm just sitting around
this motherfucker not doing nothing.
I'm still practicing every day that I seen film,
there's hella scouts around this motherfucker.
Like what?
Only thing we waiting on now is a phone call,
which should be sooner or later, chill.
- Practicing doesn't pay bills in this motherfucker.
You need to get up.
This shit crazy.
(doorbell rings)
What's up, Mr. Peterson?
Can I come in, Mr. White?
- Well technically it's your shit, but nah.
What's up? What?
You coming around to harass
the poor nigga for the millionth time?
Man, it's not even like that.
Man, you're four months past due on your rent.
And lemme just tell you something.
I'm gonna get the courts involved
because I'm sick of dealing with this, alright?
And if you don't pay me my money, I want you out my house.
- I told you I got the lawsuit money coming
but I'm gonna pay you your rent when we get the rent money.
Why you trying to make it hard on a nigga?
- Well Mr. White, judging on your past criminal history,
I know it's gonna be very difficult
to come up with your past due payments
but listen, I'm gonna give you seven days
to give me at least two months of your past due rent.
Listen, I got a family and kids to feed too.
I can't worry about your grandbaby like that.
So listen, I'm gonna be back in a few days
and I want my money, but if you don't got my money,
I want you out this bitch ASAP and I'm not playing.
I'm not playing around this time.
Why you judging my criminal history
when we trying to make some future payments?
That ain't got shit to do with nothing.
Why you bring it at up Mr. Peterson?
Me and my daughter, look, she just started the job
at the beauty shop around there doing hair
and soon as she come up with something this week,
I'm gonna get you something.
But bear with me, work with me.
Goddamn, Mr. Peterson.
You know I just got my grandson, man.
We finally getting stable in life.
Nigga finally got some stability.
Don't come over here doing me like that,
trying to mash down on me.
- I can't be worrying about your grandbabies.
I got a kid and a wife to feed and shelter, alright?
So I'm gonna be back in a few days.
You understand me, Mr. White?
Don't wave your finger at me no more.
Yeah, it's clear.
Don't wave your motherfucking finger at me
'cause I owe you some money.
[Mr. Peterson] Alright, I'll see you
in a few days, Mr. White.
Yeah, I got you.
Hey man, call me before you pull up.
Don't bring all them niggas with you.
You know I don't like that shit.
All right, bet.
Hey T, you wanna hit this shit?
- What up, bruh, bruh? - What's up with it?
I need a 50.
- You need a 50? - Yes sir.
- Look, nigga, (ominous music)
you ain't paid me the last time,
I'ma give you this shit. (chuckles)
Hey, but just make sure next time I see you,
I don't give a fuck if you gotta rob
your mama, your daughters,
the next time I see you
have my motherfucking money.
Now get the fuck up outta here.
Alright. Thank you, bro.
You didn't have to do all that shit.
Man, get the fuck up outta here.
- Look, I'm about to go change and get my hair done.
You need something?
Yeah.
Hell yeah. Come here.
(basketball thumping)
Why you dribbling like an old man?
Real talk.
You ever feel like
you like your girl more than she like you?
Hell nah.
Nigga, I do.
That's me right now.
Nigga, it's like ever since
I ain't got a source of income coming in steady,
she just handle a nigga any kind of way, bro.
Like talk to me any kind of way.
And that shit's so tough because I feel like
she either still in love with
or she still fucking with her baby daddy, bro.
I mean we okay,
but it's like I like a certain type of nigga,
you know what I'm talking about?
Like, the nigga that can take care of me financially
when needed, yeah.
Like, I mean he play ball,
but that shit don't pay the bills.
Girl, do he at least fuck good?
Yeah.
[Tracy] Damn!
But I mean that's not enough.
I like a go-getter, nigga.
Facts.
That's the shit that turns me on.
Look, you ain't got no money, homie,
so she gonna try to handle you any kind of way,
but lemme tell you this.
You like her, right?
Hell yeah, I like her.
Okay, so you gotta be cool.
Keep it clear, wait it out.
- But that's the thing, even down to the bedroom, bro.
When we being intimate or whatever,
she be pushing me off, bro.
Like, do that mean my girl fucking with somebody else?
Because if that's, if she is,
that nigga knows you my dawg, bro.
Like I don't, I ain't finna be out here
looking all sad and shit.
- Look, look, look, look, look where we at.
It's all gloomy outside.
You looking sad, bro.
Fuck it, nigga.
- [Friend] You getting all emotional on me, dawg.
Fuck that emotional shit, nigga.
One on one for the 50.
- $50? - Yeah.
Nigga, you ain't got $50.
Didn't you just ask me for $50 on Cash App this morning?
Well fuck it, nigga.
One on one for your $50 back then.
How about that, nigga?
Come on. That's easy money.
- Oh yeah! - Aw!
One of y'all Grip?
You Lil' Grip?
- (gun cocks) - Who the fuck is you
asking about Grip?
Hold on, man. Chill, man.
Put that shit away.
Nigga, who the fuck is you?
And you got that fire.
I like you already.
Well I heard y'all was doing y'all thing.
I had to come and see for myself.
I used to hustle with Big Grip back in the day.
Big Grip, one foot bigger than the other,
the Knockout King and the Clip Big Grip
on mama, this boy we go way back.
Look, the shit you saying,
that's fine and dandy
but OG been dead over 10 years
and he ain't around to vouch
for none of this shit you talking.
He wasn't to be trusted.
So what the fuck make you think we can trust you?
My condolences.
Look, I go by Lo.
I moved to the Bay 10 years ago
but I'm in town only for a few weeks
and I got some work in this area
and if you fucking with me
I got one that you just might like.
So look, that's my number.
Call me, I'll be in the area.
We ain't looking for no work.
Man, look at this old goofy ass shit.
Something about that nigga I just don't like.
(suspenseful music)
(children laughing)
No, no, no, what is y'all?
What the fuck is y'all?
Jace, I need y'all mamas to come
and pick y'all up right now.
Jace, you know better than that.
Boy, pick your head up when I'm talking to you.
You know better than that.
I got company coming over here.
- We were just playing. - Jace.
What do you mean you was just playing?
Jace, this room look a hot ass mess.
- Well, can we go to Alley Cats if I cleaned it up?
- Can you go to Alley Cats if you pick it up?
I'm trying to make money and you asking me to spend it.
Boy, get y'all ass up and clean this room up.
Now!
I can't wait for y'all mamas to come.
(Marie sighs)
Anyways, girl.
What you got going this weekend though?
I don't know, maybe the strip club.
It's my home girl's birthday.
- Okay, if you see me here you trying to say what's up?
- Yeah. - Okay!
(both laughing)
[Both] Period.
Damn!
Hey, look at all this weed.
Weed?
- [Shawn] They sent this shit to the wrong address.
- Um, I don't know but that shit is not ours
and that's definitely illegal.
So put that shit back.
Man, this shit came here.
We ain't robbed nobody. We didn't steal it.
Really don't nobody know but me and you.
And shit, well, Tracy now.
Fuck that.
I'm finna see what this shit about.
Where the backwoods at?
I'm, I'm done.
You can go check it out in the bathroom, okay?
Okay, girl.
Shawn, you need to put that shit back.
It is not ours.
- Look, don't we need a roof over our fucking head?
Besides that, we flat broke,
and then you doing them little heads,
that shit ain't gonna pay the bills.
Like, what's up?
- Shawn, this shit could be anybody's shit.
You don't know what come with this.
We need a roof over our fucking heads.
Your dad's check and your hustle,
that shit ain't paying enough.
Shit, I'm tired of you waking up every single day
taking this shit out on me.
But fuck it, I'm gonna leave this right here.
Since you know everything, you got all the answers,
I'm gonna let you get this
and take it back to whoever the fuck
you think it belong to.
This shit crazy.
Wait Shawn, wait, wait, wait, wait.
What's up?
Who you know that's gonna buy the shit?
- Nobody right off, but you know I can make something shake.
This is my family house.
My dad lives here. My son lives here.
Nigga, I live here.
It's no secret though, we need the money.
So, see who can buy the shit and fast at wholesale price.
I mean how much it should go for anyway?
Shit, I don't know. Like 2000?
- Alright, well you definitely need to be careful
and don't sell that shit around here.
Try one of your little basketball friends
or one of them little niggas in the city or some shit.
(chuckles) I got you.
- Okay, then maybe we can get caught up on bills
and then take us on a trip?
Yeah, I'm feeling that.
- Okay. - That's good.
But look, you gotta be careful.
This is not some shit we getting caught up in doing.
We ain't no Bonnie and Clyde, nigga.
- I got you. - One and done.
- I got you. - Okay.
What you in here doing?
Playing, hold on.
Let me see what it's called.
Flip Master.
Flip Master. What?
I'm surprised you're not playing that other game.
But, um,
I know I was a little hard on you earlier,
but, um,
Mommy's broke right now.
I could give you some of my money
from my piggy bank downstairs.
(laughs) Look at you.
Can you gimme some of your money?
That's sweet, sweetheart.
I want you to save your money,
but me and your dad and Shawn, we're working on it.
[Video Game] You are out of bounds.
- Maybe we may even be able to go to Alley Cats?
Okay.
Okay? That's all I get, okay?
- A hug. - Huh?
- A hug. - A hug? Okay.
No, but I know things have been-
Can my friends come?
Mm, yeah, why not?
Okay.
- Okay, but look, listen, listen, listen, listen.
Put the phone down.
I know things have been really rough
and one thing your grandma always told me was
keep my head up during hard times
and that's what we going to do, okay?
Okay.
- So I got us, God got us and we're gonna be okay, okay?
Okay.
- I love you. - Love you too.
I need a good hug, boy.
What's wrong with you?
Oh, I'm glad you cleaned this damn room up too.
Now I got another head to do.
♪ We ain't have to do it to him ♪
Yo.
For sure, yeah you got it.
Gimme about 20 minutes and I'll be there.
Bet.
♪ They say money talk ♪
♪ Every day I'm chasing a paper, put it in a vault ♪
♪ I'm a playa as it get ♪
♪ These niggas dropping salt ♪
♪ He don't want put in work but want to be the boss ♪
♪ Definition of a hustler, I could take a loss ♪
♪ If I'm shopping for the best, don't care what it cost ♪
♪ Niggas say he's gone rogue but can't get him off ♪
♪ Cashing out a Neman Marcus member it was Ross ♪
♪ That was way back ♪
♪ Hey, Al's on the floor ♪
♪ I'm gonna need a flat ♪
♪ I love to look decent, that's a cool batch ♪
♪ Baby, it's a turn off ♪
♪ Don't even has to match ♪
♪ I like having different options ♪
♪ Baby, I'm a mack ♪
♪ DG's day shift through a K pack ♪
♪ School gave me motivation and I made bank ♪
♪ Murder don't keep it a hundred, you can't say that ♪
♪ Nigga flexing for a bitch, you better say that ♪
♪ Uh, that's some real advice ♪
♪ Nigga, don't get in the streets if you know you a mice ♪
Hey yo, Chris,
you still got some of them Ls I gave you?
Uh, shit. Yeah I got a few on.
You know what? Here you go.
That little bread I owe you too.
It's all there.
You know what?
That's why I fuck with you the most outta everybody.
You always bring that payback.
You a nigga live by morals,
you take care of your mama, your son.
A lot of niggas don't live by them same principles.
You a good nigga.
I gon' keep it 100.
I did 10 years in that old club shit.
You know what's up with me.
Yeah, you know.
We just waiting on a little box to touch down.
You know, soon that haul in,
I'm gonna tell you something about that haul,
keep you loaded and packed up.
You feel me?
(hands slapping)
Alright.
(suspenseful music)
(dishes clattering)
- Grandson, did you have a good day at school today?
Today you didn't get in no trouble or nothing did you?
- No. - No?
Well good, good. I'm proud of you.
You know, grandson, one day you going to grow up and get old
and have a family just like pawpaw,
but granddaddy want you to be better than him.
See, I remember when I was your age,
didn't have a care in the world,
made a lot of bad and wrong decisions.
But I'm going to tell you something.
There's only three kind of fellas in this world, grandson,
you got a has been,
you got a used to be,
and you got a never was.
Now Pawpaw was a hell of a nigga back in his day.
So I'm a has been,
kind of like Michael Jordan in the hall of fame.
Don't try to be none of those three because in this country,
one in every three Black men
that look like me and you end up going to prison
and being on some kind of probation,
and those are the stats, so you can do something different.
So I'm hoping that you can be greater
and better than what you see Pawpaw is.
Do you understand what Pawpaw is saying to you?
Yeah.
Come here.
(solemn music)
(Chris knocking on door)
- Yo. - Chris, what's good?
What's good? What's good?
Shit, everything good.
What about you?
How the hoop life been treating you?
Shit, it's been all right, bro.
Just kind of slow right now.
Shit, I'm really waiting
on the scout to hit me up any day now.
So I'm just playing the waiting game for real.
- Boy, it look like you got that thunder over there.
I ain't know you keep it.
Shit, it's just a little something
my boy got me from overseas.
He from Cali so he sent me a little pack to play with
to keep a little money in my pocket.
That's about it.
Word. Word.
What it go for? Like 25, 28?
Shit, I can give you like, 33.
- $3,300? - Yeah.
Nigga, you give me $3,300
you can take this brick with you.
This is the last one I got.
I ain't even tripping over that shit.
Hey man, this shit going on.
But thumb through it, it's all there.
Lemme see that. See that right quick.
Shit, hell yeah.
Good business, my boy.
It's all yours, my dawg.
- Appreciate you, bro. - Alright.
- Be safe out there, nigga. - Alright.
(light hiphop music)
- Shit, bro, where you get all this money from?
Well, this weed.
You know you can tell your dawg.
I told you, man.
One of my dawgs I played overseas with,
sent me a couple packs so I can get some money in my pocket.
But nigga, this ain't the time or the place, clearly.
I'm just saying though,
you can put your dawg down, I could use that bread.
Wasting your time whipping this nigga's ass.
Nigga, shut up.
You the one coming over here sounding like the feds.
I got you. I told you I got you.
But this ain't the time or the place, nigga.
We can talk about that business later, bro.
We got music, we got beautiful women.
Like come on, bro.
Just relax. We got it.
It's gonna be good.
[Friend] Yeah, alright, man.
(pool balls clatters)
- You ain't get no numbers. - Gimme my money.
(both speaking faintly)
Hey, bitch ass niggas.
- Let me get some more, niggas. - Whoa, whoa, what?
- Hey, hold up. - Hey, don't shoot, bro.
Don't shoot.
Here, here bro. Here, here.
Take all of it, everything, bro.
- Everything, bro. - Whole ass nigga.
- Everything, bro. - I don't got no money.
Get out the way, bro.
That shit was easier than I thought.
Fuck, man! Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
- Was that all the money? - Nigga, yes.
Nigga, I just lost every fucking thing, man.
Fuck, man.
What I'm going to do, bro?
We just got that fucking money, man.
We'll figure it out, bro.
Don't trip. Don't trip.
Ain't shit to figure out.
Nigga, we ain't have shit.
Now we ain't got shit again.
Nigga, this is my fucking fault!
I got my phone though.
(Shawn sighs)
(light R&B music)
♪ If it ain't up in my hand ♪
- Man, you know that nigga we just got, man?
Who the hell was that nigga?
- Man, I think that was this nigga from high school, man,
used to play basketball, man.
That nigga used to go harder than a bitch.
Wonder what the fuck he doing
with this type of money on him.
- Shit, nigga, them overseas playing motherfuckers
be getting that bag too, nigga.
- Yeah, but that nigga looked softer than a motherfucker.
- Yeah. - He did look soft though.
Damn, man.
What's up with your boy Grip, man?
He ain't answer no phone or nothing,
you know, that's who I used to shop with, man.
He got what I like.
- Bro, you either want this shit or you don't.
Man, this is some za?
- Some gang gang? - Down dope.
Man, lemme check it out.
If it right, I got the price.
If it's right, you got the price.
Well, you need to have the price tonight.
Smell good.
This the whole thing?
- Man, you know it's the whole thing. Come on, bro.
You know I don't even play like that.
Plus I gotta take my son to the court tomorrow.
All right, bro, man.
Shit, man.
Grip ain't answering the phone
and it rolling right now, man.
Hold up. It's all there?
It's all there, bro.
Shit. Alright, bro.
I need this shit right now, man.
Appreciate you.
Alright. You be safe, my nigga.
(suspenseful music)
(light bass music)
Man, what the fuck?
Man, I told this motherfucker.
I told that cracker I would pay that motherfucking shit.
Man, come on, Mr. Peterson.
I gave him that motherfucker my word.
What is this bullshit?
Seven days?
Mr. Peterson, I gave that motherfucker my word.
I guess a nigga's word don't mean shit to a white man.
(door slams shut)
What's up, Lo?
What's good?
Everything been good with you?
Shit, taking it easy. What's up with it?
- Just making sure everything was straight around your way.
Alright, alright.
It's been a minute.
Shit, it could have been longer.
Why you always popping up in my motherfucking house, Lo?
That part of my life is behind me, way behind me.
These motherfucking kids these days, nigga,
they don't know what we had to do
and what we had to go through to eat and feed ourselves.
Nigga, they don't know nothing about waking up every day
putting some game down so they can pick something up
and put some in they motherfucking pockets.
So talk to me. What's going on?
- You know, life is way different than back then.
Yeah?
If I could change everything that night
I would've did a whole lot of shit way different, man.
You know?
Well,
that's the past, so let's leave that in the past.
Nigga, that's the old news, my nigga.
Old news. We made it out.
We got what we can get and we got out.
Now we old enough, right?
Ain't no use in us going backwards.
[Lo] Okay, shit. How you daughter be?
- Oh, nigga, why you asking about my daughter?
She good. She good, my nigga.
She's doing her and she raising my first grandson.
Why? What's up?
You heard of a nigga named Grip?
(ominous music)
Man, he say he run these streets around here.
Come on. I know you know a nigga named Grip, man.
Come on, my nigga.
I don't know no motherfucking nigga named Grip, my nigga.
I don't know no motherfucker with a name like that.
A nigga named Grip?
Let me,
Lo, our names was our names, my nigga.
All this new name shit,
nigga, I don't know nothing
about no nigga named Grip, my nigga.
I'm out.
Whatever you need me to do,
find somebody else to do it, my nigga.
One of those little crash dummy ass niggas
around here, my nigga.
I'm trying to stay in these kids' life.
My kid and my grandbaby.
Whatever I got to do to remain in this kid's life,
nigga, I'm willing to do it.
And that's including being a whole ass nigga, my nigga.
So just get that move on that bullshit.
They got, man, you need to move, nigga.
You gotta go on off that shit, my nigga.
(door slams shut)
(cellphone buzzing)
(basketball thumping)
Mr. James.
Yo. What's good Shawn?
I'm just returning your call, man.
How you doing today?
You know me, working, waiting.
Same old, same old, baby.
Tell me something good.
Nah, not yet, man.
You gotta be patient with me, bro.
You know these coaches like young new talent.
Man, I'm gonna need you
to put some pep in your step or something.
(suspenseful music)
(crickets chirping)
That's my bad, my bad, my bad.
But man, you gotta understand,
my girl on my ass at the crib, bro.
We got bills to pay, grown folks bills at that.
Aight, I need something to shake immediately.
Yeah, I understand, man.
Look, just gimme a few days,
I'll talk to a few more teams in China and Spain
and see what I can cook up for you, alright?
I'll take anything.
It don't even matter right now at this point.
I just need something.
In the meantime, man,
you just stay in the gym and stay healthy, okay?
Okay, well just get back with me.
Just do what you can.
You do your part, I'ma make sure I do mine.
Alright, alright. I got you, man.
I'll talk to you later.
I'm on standby.
(solemn music)
[Marie] Ms. Howard?
Yes, straight to the back.
She's expecting you.
[Marie] Okay, thank you.
Ms. Howard?
- Ms. White? - Yes.
You can have a seat.
So I see you don't have that much work history,
which can sometimes be a good thing
and it can sometimes be a bad thing.
Why do you need this job again?
Well first off,
me and my son, we stay with my dad,
and we are a couple of months behind on rent.
I do hair,
but lately it just hasn't been enough to get us by.
If you gimme a chance,
I promise you that I can show you that I'm a good worker.
I'll be here when you need me to.
Whatever you need.
If you gimme a chance.
Okay, well once the drug test
and the background check comes back clear,
you have the job.
- Seriously? - Yes.
And we'll give you a call once everything come back
and get you set up for a start date.
Oh my God.
Thank you.
Of course.
- [Marie] I can't wait to hear from you guys.
Of course.
It's a pleasure speaking with you today, Ms. White.
(telephone ringing) Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you.
(upbeat hiphop music)
Where you at, Kev?
Jace, get your bag ready.
Your daddy's on the way.
(upbeat music)
Yeah, Marie, baby,
don't, don't forget to pay the light bill.
This motherfucker says due immediately.
Dad, come on now. I got a client.
- Man, I don't, I don't care nothing about no client.
I care about if my lights being on.
I could be able to watch these motherfucking football games
and see these niggas
butt they heads during these playoffs.
Okay Dad, all right. I got it.
(Chris knocking on door)
(light bass music)
Dad, that's Chris. Can you get the door?
Him and Jace supposed to be going somewhere.
Alright, I got it, baby.
Hey what's up Chris?
Come on, grandson. Your daddy here to get you.
What's up, Dad?
What's up, son?
Say man, here you go, man.
Take good care of my grandbaby, man,
because you know I'm gonna do the fool behind him
or knock a patch of hair out your mama's head, nigga.
With her fine ass.
How you been doing?
Now Mr. White,
you know I'm gonna always make sure my son's straight.
- [Charleston] Okay, I think you will, but she don't.
(Marie laughs)
Yeah, that's the least you can do
is make sure he's straight, nigga.
You don't do shit else.
- I just gave you $150 for clothes last week.
What else you need?
Nigga.
A lot.
Come on son, let's go.
You always know Daddy gonna make sure you straight, right?
- Yeah. - Okay.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
I don't want you to sprain your ankle, son.
I ain't trying to hear your mama mouth.
No shooting today.
We gonna work on passing and dribbling.
(smooth hiphop music)
(basketball thumping)
- (Tracy moaning) - Give me that shit.
Ooh, ooh.
(hand slaps)
Ooh, baby, I can't take it.
(hand slapping)
(person knocking on door)
Hey, where Smack at?
(person knocking on door)
What it do, my boy?
[Jeff] Goddamn, man.
Somebody gonna take your box and shit on the porch.
Man, what the fuck is this?
Where's that shit I ordered from Supreme two weeks ago?
Man, where the fuck my shit at?
[Jeff] Goddamn, bro.
I been calling your phone and shit
trying to get in touch with you.
Fuck, man.
So I just came over.
You know if you need something, I got you.
Man, what the fuck?
You smoking that bell?
Hell nah, I got that za, man.
Check me out.
- [Smack] Where the fuck you get some za from?
Come on, man.
You know I keep that fire.
I ain't playing, check me out, bro.
Man, come on tell me something, baby.
I know, right?
Where the fuck you get that from?
- Don't shoot, bro. - Where you get it from?
Make it make sense and make it make sense fast.
Man, I got it from your boy Chris.
- Chris? My nigga Chris? - Man, bro.
Man, come on, man.
You know we go way back, Grip, man.
You know I won't play with you like that, man.
On my mama.
Where he say he was going?
Man, uh, let me...
He say he taking his son
to the the park off of Hampton Road.
Alright, bet. Get ready.
We finna go slide.
Come on, bro.
You know I wouldn't play with you like that, Grip.
- [Smack] Oh, don't worry. You going with us anyway.
Why I gotta go?
- Man, where the fuck is this nigga, anyway?
You ain't lying is you, Jeff?
You know what happened to the last niggas
that lied to us, right?
Come on, Smack, man.
You know I wouldn't lie to you, man.
He said he bringing his son to the park, man.
I promise, man.
Just give him a minute, man. Just give him a minute.
Put your seatbelt on, son.
Today busy, Dad?
Boy, let me find out.
You know something about that.
Hey, how much this shit worth anyway?
- Man, it ain't about how much this shit worth.
It's about the principles,
it's rules and codes to this shit.
But that's some shit you wouldn't understand.
Look, nigga, my daddy was a gangster,
my mama was a gangster,
so what the you think that's gonna make me?
Man, there that nigga go right there.
See, I told you I wasn't lying, bro.
(gun cocks)
What you finna do?
Man, shut your bitch ass up.
(suspenseful music)
(telephone dialing)
(telephone ringing)
(suspenseful music)
Whoa.
(gunshots blasting)
- Look, Marie, I'm gonna run up here to the park.
I'm sure they still just shooting hoops.
You're just overthinking.
You're overreacting.
It's good. Come on, you alright.
(Marie sighs)
(sirens wailing)
(Marie sighs)
♪ Keep me ♪
♪ Keep me from all evil ♪
(Marie sighs)
Oh my God.
I don't know what you doing, Lord.
Please bring my baby home.
Please God, I'll do anything you want me to do.
(Marie sobbing)
Can I talk to you?
You love Jesus, right?
And he'll never put more on you than you can handle.
Whatever you're going through, he'll see you through.
Jace is in a far better place now.
(Marie sobbing)
We'd rather see him swinging at a park,
but now he swings in the hands of Jesus.
(Marie sobbing)
I just don't know what I'm going to do.
I feel like God takes everybody I love.
You love Jesus, right?
Well then he'll never leave you.
Even in your time of need
you knew where to come for healing.
Your soul knew to come.
Marie, I'm gonna need you to be the strongest
that you've ever been
and if you need help with anything,
the church is right here for you, okay?
Okay.
Alright.
We got you.
♪ Lord won't you keep me ♪
♪ As I travel down this road ♪
[Tracy] Grip, you wanna hit this?
Hey yo Tracy, have you heard anything?
- Like what? - Anything.
Some shit down at the park yesterday.
We just wanna know if you heard anything.
No, I ain't heard nothing.
Something I should be looking out for?
- Nah, it just a lot of shit going on that's all.
No, I ain't heard nothing.
(dog barking)
(detective knocking on door)
(gun cocks)
Shawn, what the fuck are you doing?
What am I do?
Didn't you just get on my ass
about them niggas that robbed me the other night?
Marie, Jace is dead, okay?
All that pushover and nice guy shit,
that shit gone out the window.
Now we need to be trying to figure out
who the fuck your baby daddy got problems with out here.
Okay, first of all, calm down.
I haven't slept, I haven't ate. Okay?
I'm scared to go to the store, Shawn,
because somebody may ask about Jace, okay?
So the last thing I wanna do
is go out and get back on some niggas.
(Marie sighs)
I lost my mom at a young age
and when I had Jace,
he filled that void I was missing.
And now that he's gone
I, I don't know what I'm gonna do.
I mean my dad has been there for me,
but there's nothing like a mother's love.
I understand.
I can't really imagine the pain
you feeling right now though.
I got both parents and technically I don't have any kids.
I'm just trying to be here for you the best way I know how.
I just can't lose nobody else.
I'm tired.
[Shawn] So, I got you.
Come here.
[Nurse] Hey Chris, can I come in?
- Hell yeah, if you can help me feel better.
How you feeling Chris?
Better. Could be way better.
You know, this is my first time being shot
and losing my son, you know?
Yeah, I know it's crazy losing a child.
But you gotta understand,
if it was just a few inches closer
I wouldn't even be able to talk to you today.
You need to slow down so that you're able to heal properly
and you gotta understand
not everybody gets a second chance.
Alright, remember what I told you, take it easy.
Get you some rest.
- [Marie] Chris, you have not changed one bit.
Leaving that door unlocked.
What's going on with you Chris?
Man, we just come and check on you, man.
How you doing? You alright?
Yeah, yeah.
- I just wanted to stop by to make sure that you was okay
and I know I was hard on you with Jace,
but you were a really good dad
and at this point I'm just tired of losing people.
You heard something, Marie?
Heard what?
Man, you know your mama ain't got no insurance on your ass.
She gotta be trying to sell
a tilapia place to get you in the ground,
trying to get you off her.
Come on, man.
I just want you to be careful.
(TV announcer chattering)
See you later.
- Bro, do your girl trip with you at the crib, bro, like?
Hell nah.
- Lately mine's still been handing it to me, fool.
Like when it's good, it's good.
When she happy we kissing, we fucking,
we doing everything, bro, but-
- Goddamn. - We wanna get another look
at some of the damage we're seeing
across north Texas right now.
- Peace, man. - Alright, man.
- [TV Announcer] Our Cleo Green joins us live from Dallas
and Cleo, it's really a mess out there.
[Cleo] It truly is.
Dee and Mark, we're here live at-
- Lately this rent shit been kicking our ass,
like it's been tearing us apart for real, bro.
That shit is really, really,
really getting to a nigga now, fool.
Man, you know how these hoes do, nigga.
Wait, wait, wait a minute now.
She ain't no ho now, that's my girl still.
There ain't no ho, my nigga.
My bad, I forgot you like her.
But I'm just saying, fool, like...
Hold on.
That's that nigga that robbed you right there.
Hell yeah.
(suspenseful music)
(guns cocking)
Let's do it.
(dramatic music)
(gunshots blasting)
Yeah, bitch ass nigga!
That shit was easier than I fucking thought, huh?
Ain't shit sweet over here, nigga!
Come on, nigga.
- Come on! Come on! - Fuck these niggas!
Ain't shit sweet, nigga!
(suspenseful music)
Come on!
(crowd cheering) (crowd whistling)
Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Oh fuck.
Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Oh shit. Oh, what the fuck?
(Shawn groans)
(Shawn retching)
(Shawn breathing heavily)
Marie, I know early on in life
that I wasn't in your life like I should have been
and there's a lot of reasons why a daughter needs
their father in their life full time.
So I just want you to know long as I have breath in my body
that I'm not gonna leave you
and I need you to understand that Jace didn't deserve this
and, and seeing you go through this,
you don't deserve this either.
So I love you, baby, and Dad is here for you.
[Marie] Thanks, Dad.
I love you too.
Come here.
(Marie sobs)
(Lo knocking on door)
- Yo Tracy, get the door for that nigga Lo.
Lo?
That nigga that said he knew your pops?
Hey man, get the motherfucking door.
We sitting around this bitch looking crazy with nothing.
Open the door!
Alright, Smack.
(suspenseful music)
- I don't know if you heard about ol' nickel and dime, G.
- Look man, we ain't heard a bitch ass thing.
We do our own thing and stay in our own lane.
I like that about you, Smack.
You know, I think that's what I like about you the most.
Hey what's up, Tracy?
Over there acting like you don't know nobody.
You been good?
Be getting the light bill paid on time?
Everything good, Lo. I got it handled.
[Lo] Oh baby, don't act like that.
Man, enough of this small talk.
You ain't telling me you knew this nigga.
Hey man, we got a lot going on right now.
We been waiting on the box
for the last couple of days from Cali.
I think somebody stole that bitch.
I don't know who to trust right now.
You know now.
And it don't beat the bitch up now, bro. (laughs)
Hey man, I remember being locked up in the pen.
Your dad looked out for me.
I owe him my life for real.
I mean this nigga did shit he didn't even have to,
talking about we scrapping at the damn guards
and coming in with big ass German shepherds,
talking about face the wall, we slipping this shit.
But the fucking water had fucking blood every day
we were in the showers.
For that, bro, nigga I owe you my life.
On that box, you ain't gonna worry about that shit.
If you handle your business
the way it's supposed to be handled,
you ain't gotta worry about seeing the mail lady again.
(suspenseful music)
(door slams shut)
What kind of box again?
Box, weed, the shit you smoke.
You ain't even told us you knew this nigga.
First of all, I ain't think it mattered.
Nigga just used to look out, but nothing like that though.
Man, fuck that shit.
I ain't trying to hear that shit.
- You don't think that maybe you could have possibly
sent it to the wrong address?
Wrong address?
What the fuck you talking 'bout?
- Damn, y'all niggas really about to kill me over some weed?
When I was in Marie's house getting my hair done,
it was a box over there
that smelled just like the shit y'all sell.
And?
Nigga, damn.
If I would've known y'all I was looking for a box,
I would've been said something.
Y'all know me, the fuck?
(gun thuds)
Fuck!
(Tracy knocking on door)
Tracy, what's good, girl?
- Hey, you know that box that was here last time I was here?
That's Grip's box.
Y'all need to get that shit back like ASAP.
Them niggas over there trippin' as you can see.
- Girl, let's sit down and talk about this.
God, I don't know nothing about no box.
That day you did my damn hair.
The one Shawn keeps talking about.
Hey Marie, this shit is serious.
Them niggas ain't playing.
One thing I know, niggas don't play about they money.
Y'all need to return the box.
I don't know nothing about no box, girl.
Hey look, fuck that nigga Grip.
Tell that nigga we ain't got no damn box.
Matter of fact, no, no no, no.
Tell that nigga come see about this box.
That nigga know where the fuck we at
and, uh,
we ain't scared of no damn Grip.
Don't shoot the messenger.
I came to deliver the message.
Y'all got a box that don't belong to y'all.
It belongs to them niggas.
Y'all need to return it.
They're already doing shit to me.
Marie, me and you, we go way back.
I'm just telling you before this shit becomes a problem.
Alright, girl.
Come on, let me get you outta here.
Good looking out.
- Hmm. - Yeah, alright.
(solemn music)
(dog barking)
What's up with this motherfucker Grip?
What you really know about this motherfucker?
This motherfucker done caused
some real problems in my household.
I'm talking about some serious problems, Lo.
Wait a minute. What kind of problems?
And nigga, I thought you was out of the game.
I thought you never heard of a nigga named Grip.
Grip is a nigga in these streets heavy.
- My nigga, I ain't never heard of that nigga
and I am out the game, man.
My daughter and her boyfriend,
they got caught up with this nigga,
whoever he is and about whatever shit.
I think they owe this nigga some money.
My fucking grandson done been murdered
behind whatever problem they in with this nigga.
Lo, I need to know something about this nigga.
- Wait, so you think that your daughter's boyfriend
is doing business with him?
I, I don't, I don't know.
I can't pinpoint it, but I think so.
Look I've been trying to get his ass
and it ain't been easy.
Lo a dirty goddamn cop.
He a low down dirty motherfucking cop
and I swear on the Bible
to put his motherfucking ass in jail
but I ain't telling on no motherfucking nigga
from Dallas, Texas to Fort Worth, Texas.
Y'all done got me fucked up.
- You gonna have to chill out on all that crazy shit, okay?
Lo is here help us not hurt us.
Yeah I hear you.
I just don't understand
how you can trust anybody at this point.
But hey, let's do it your way like we always fucking do.
Let's get this shit over with, man.
Shawn, seriously?
You always putting us in shit like this
and then be wondering like,
- why I'm acting so- - Shut up.
Holy shit. Marie, right?
Damn, that's crazy. What's up?
I remember when you was just this little ass girl.
Me and your pops did everything together.
Yeah, so I heard the stories.
This is my boyfriend, Shawn.
(Shawn scoffs)
Let's just get straight to the point, Lo.
Grip, right? What do we need to do now?
Yeah, let us know.
- Now Grip, this nigga's hard to deal with,
but his homeboy Smack,
I really think I done got through to him.
I got him looking at the big picture
and now I think he going to be on top.
So here's what I'm gonna need.
You here at this location at the exact time that I say.
Make sure Grip get this motherfucking bag
and I'm gonna handle everything from there.
"Make sure he get this bag.
"I'm gonna handle it from there."
Who the fuck he supposed to be the Black Batman or somebody?
This the shit I be talking about.
He got this fucking fake ass flea market bag,
directions to meet a nigga
and you think this shit supposed to work?
We'll do it your way like we do every time.
- Shawn, grab the fucking bag and let's go.
(solemn piano music)
I gotta say, bro,
man, I'm shocked that you even agree to meet me.
(Lo chuckles)
Hey, but like here's the deal,
I'm gonna make this shit simple.
Everybody know you the brains and the muscle around here.
The streets respect you and they fear you.
Ain't nobody fearing Grip.
Ain't nobody respect that nigga.
See, but you and me,
bro, we can make this shit run so smooth.
I'm talking about money.
Enough that you could swim in
and that damn Grip?
Man, we can sideline him.
See what I'm saying?
I'm talking about you ain't gotta worry
about looking over your shoulders.
You ain't gotta worry about me.
All of this shit will be yours and I'm gone.
I'm back in Oakland.
You laying it on thick, aren't you?
Who's to say I can trust a cop
or one who's supposed to be on my side?
Look, I see where you're coming from.
Okay? I'm a cop.
My job is to keep these streets clean and on my mama,
I will lay my life doing that
but I'm not here to play any favoritism with no nigga.
See, that nigga Grip is outta control.
He 'bout to burn this shit down.
See, but you smart.
You know how to operate this shit smoothly
without any of that chaos
and make it easier for everybody.
Less stress on me, no heat.
That's more profit on your end.
- If I say yeah, and all this shit go down,
who's to say I ain't gonna end up with a knife in my back
or my wrists in cuffs?
On mama's, you have my word.
Soon as we take this operation down,
you free in the clear with me.
I'm in Oakland.
You? You getting everything you deserve.
The throne.
You see what I'm saying?
The power, the money.
People respect you already.
I'ma think about it,
but know this shit more than just taking over.
This shit about changing the game entirely.
That's all I'm asking.
Just think about it.
Should change the game, like do it for the better or worse.
Rewrite history. It's yours.
(lighter flicking)
(suspenseful music)
See, Detective, I didn't know anything
about a box or what was in it.
I seen the box on the porch and I didn't open it.
For one, it didn't have my name on it.
I don't know what my kids be into these days
but I try my motherfucking best
at every decision they make to try to guide it.
Marie is not like this.
Man, Marie do hair.
Her boyfriend had to put her up to this some kind of way.
Shawn not like this either, Mr. Detective.
The kid is about playing basketball
so whatever you think you looking into or trying to find,
me knowing my children know anything about this.
She's connected to her thuggish ass boyfriend
and I hate that nigga.
Yeah this him.
You just gonna give it back that easy?
How can I trust you?
Shawn? Marie's boyfriend?
The one that hoop, right?
Man, give us a time and a place and we there.
(gun cocks)
Man. Come on, bro.
For sure.
- And that's what we're asking you, Mr. White.
Who would want to kill Jace and why?
I ain't got a goddamn clue, my nigga!
You steady asking me all this bullshit!
My brain is empty and everybody else is, Detective!
Why you pressing me? Why?
Man, y'all know every goddamn thing!
How y'all don't know about this?
(suspenseful music)
Nigga, what you whispering in his ear for?
Y'all ain't got shit on me.
Mr. White, you're free to go.
Yeah, thank you, my nigga.
Yeah, let me get me up outta here.
Fucking deal with some bullshit.
(suspenseful music)
(bag thumps)
Here go y'all's shit.
I'm gonna be the one to let y'all know
that that was some ho ass shit that y'all did to Jace.
It was a fucking kid, man. A child.
(Shawn scoffs)
You got to be a different type of bitch ass nigga
to even think about doing some shit like that.
Man, shut your bitch ass up.
You shouldn't even took the shit no way.
Matter of fact you want me to shoot this, nigga?
[Grip] Man, let's check the bag first.
Hell yeah, man, we got more than we lost.
Police! Get on the fucking ground!
Yeah, bitch, get on the fucking ground now, nigga!
Fuck this shit!
(gunshots blasting)
♪ Trying get him sold ♪
♪ Nigga, all this shit on time ♪
♪ Took a picture ♪
No, boy! Wait!
(gunshots blasting)
Bitch ass nigga.
This shit is my only motherfucking way out.
Fuck.
I ain't shot nobody the whole fucking time.
♪ I'm one of them niggas if you need it I give you my last ♪
♪ Valet the whip at the club by paying the trash ♪
♪ Ones and fives and a mile up the curb mad ♪
♪ Hey them twenties on them shoes ♪
Bitch ass nigga.
(gunshot blasts)
That's for Jace.
(Chris spits)
♪ I can't beef with you if it's about a bitch ♪
♪ Tell my niggas when you average gotta get rich ♪
♪ Picking out some noses but I make the right pick ♪
♪ Why the fuck you talking numbers and ain't took a trip ♪
♪ One bad apple can really sink the whole shoot ♪
(telephone dialing)
(water splashing)
(cellphone ringing)
Hello?
Marie?
This is Marie.
Hey I've been trying to get in contact
with you for a few days.
I got a team in China trying
to offer Shawn 250,000 for two years.
What?
Hello?
Marie, you still there?
I'm sorry, what?
I've already heard the bad news, Marie.
He signed a letter the day before he got killed
and there was a clause where he still gets paid.
He also told me you were pregnant,
so that means that your son
or your daughter will get his portions.
Well look Marie, you take care of yourself okay?
When everything clears,
I'll make sure I get back in touch with you.
Oh Shawn.
(light R&B music)
(Marie chuckles)
(Marie sighs)
(cellphone ringing)
Look Mr. Peterson,
we will no longer be needing your services, sir.
- Okay, sounds like y'all are moving on up a little bit.
- Yeah, me and my daughter found a better crib now
so I won't be needing you hounding me
about that bullshit ass rent you be fucking with me about.
And guess what Mr. White?
I wish you the best of luck
and I am sorry about your grandbaby,
but you better not end up back in the hood again.
You understand me?
- Well you don't have to worry about me, Mr. Peterson.
I ain't going back to the hood
or nowhere near your kind of properties anymore.
We've elevated. We got more money now.
So thank you for your service.
We appreciate you.
Bye, White boy.
Pink-toed peckerwood think he knows something.
Yeah, man I got enough money that shit hold us 'til I die.
Okay listen here, OG,
y'all gotta slow down all that activity in my house.
I'm not trying to get the police
to try to confiscate my property.
Y'all got to stop selling all that shit.
Mr. Peterson, I got you.
But to be straight up,
your people the one that's putting it in the hood
so let us get some goddamn money.
Man, look here, OG.
I don't give a damn about all that shit.
I just want my rent on the first of the month
and I want y'all to slow down selling all that crap!
- No police ass. - Man.
♪ Hey first day out, it ain't even been 24 hours ♪
♪ We having our way screaming fuck all the cowards ♪
♪ Who would knew that this word would be out ♪
♪ We's pouring down rain like little bit money showers ♪
♪ Said think about paper for hours ♪
♪ Fuck Wichita and they whole fucking county ♪
♪ Put me over like I had a bounty ♪
♪ I was out from that bitch 16 hours and counting ♪
♪ I was good, I was in that bitch smiling ♪
♪ Me and BoBo, we was in that bitch clowning ♪
♪ 88 in the 60, we wildin' ♪
♪ The pig hit the lights, I was already dialing ♪
♪ Called my lawyer and told him what county ♪
♪ I ain't have a one ♪
♪ I'm good said it proudly ♪
♪ Had a pistol was clean as a powder ♪
♪ Was talking my shit while I be and I'm dialing ♪
♪ I ain't ate so my stomach is growling ♪
♪ Took us in the intake, all the COs was riding ♪
♪ What you do, how you get out ♪
♪ Told them hoes look me up ♪
♪ They start hoopin' and hollerin' ♪
♪ All you rappers say here you was ridin' ♪
♪ I told the CO I put all that behind me ♪
♪ I invested in rap off a robbery ♪
♪ They start playing my shit ♪
♪ We turned up in the lobby ♪
♪ Why you here had the show out in the lobby ♪
♪ And had my back end, guess it's best that you called me ♪
♪ Because he might have end up in the coffin ♪
♪ We want all to smoke ♪
♪ We can leave a bitch coughing ♪
♪ Talking 'bout we ain't doing no talking ♪
♪ They trippin' this bitch ♪
♪ Hope you ready to off him ♪
♪ Who the biggest, he ready to walk 'em ♪
♪ I got paid, we ain't doing no bondsman ♪
♪ Bitch, we having you niggas be flying ♪
♪ I know niggas that's rich ♪
♪ I can take out the charges ♪
♪ Put some hoes, they gonna take me regardless ♪
♪ Just make sure I'm out by 1:30 tomorrow ♪
♪ Straight to Houston, we cleaned out the mall ♪
♪ Some wrecks in the club just to show how to ball ♪
♪ Hit stooges to tell about the law ♪
♪ Free all the gospel for Wichita Falls ♪
♪ 16 hours I sat in them walls ♪
♪ Now I'm out and I'm moving y'all ♪
♪ I'm holding my balls ♪
♪ Told them hos I was gonna write a song ♪
♪ And I'm beating the case ♪
♪ I was right, they was wrong ♪
♪ Nigga coulda just left us alone ♪
♪ Super cop of the year, I don't know what I was on ♪
♪ Coulda hopped out and got his ass gone ♪
♪ First day out ♪
♪ It ain't even been 24 hours ♪
♪ We havin' our way screaming fuck all the cowards ♪
♪ Who would knew that this world would be ours ♪