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In Yuba City, the harvest may change,

but the people always stay the same.

I got my red beard from my grandfather.

He was a migrant worker.

Picked fruit his whole life.

He taught me everything I know about working the harvest.

Come on, you're falling behind, pri.

- How many bags is that? - Quatro, fool.

This is my fifth one.

We do contract work. Paid for every bin we fill up.

The sooner we fill ten bins,

the sooner we're done for the day.

I'm tryna get out of here, viejo.

Fool always tryna leave. It not even lunch yet.

Stop trippin', pri. Let's get this money.

No cap.

It's gonna be a hot day today.

The truck leaves twice a day with 50 bins,

and every one of those peaches was picked by hand.

When you gon talk to her, viejo?

Man,

you been jinxed that shit, pri. Fuck.

-Bro, you're scared. -Man, fuck both of y'all.

Better get the fuck outta here and go get paid, brah.

Say less.

- Hey, let's go, pa. - I'll catch you guys right now.

♪ The days keep slipping by ♪

Hey, you know that shit?

I feel sick. I feel sick after that...

♪ The riders stay moving I call in more ♪

♪ I can hold about seven days ♪

♪ Two hours to sleep ♪

♪ Then I'm all in Back to work ♪

♪ Plenty of space Left to ride ♪

♪ I'm a ranchero Cowboy hat on tight ♪

♪ Ranchero, no debate ♪

♪ Gotta spur the horse To make it pay ♪

♪ Make it pay ♪

♪ I make it clear ♪

- ♪ To any animal ♪ - ♪ Any animal ♪

What do y'all know about that song, vato?

It's that old-school stuff we used to play back then.

Hell yeah, bro, but now we make our own corridos too.

Can we play you some shit?

Yeah, well, let's see what you got.

Play that shit, Flaco.

♪ It's hard to be a saint ♪

♪ Everyone in the gang's A demon ♪

♪ Being bad, I'm having fun ♪

♪ I add four more players ♪

♪ To the list I navigate by ♪

♪ The same people Who hold my respect ♪

Hey, no, no, no. Stop, stop, stop. Stop.

- What? - What the fuck is that?

What do you mean, "What the fuck is that," bro?

It's the new corridos.

-That ain't no corrido, vato. -What? Man, fuck you, old man.

You don't know nothing, bro.

'Sup with that fool right there, bro?

Old-school heads. That's how they think.

That fool don't even know nothing.

Don't even worry about that shit, bro.

We straight chaka' ed out.

That fool was not chaka' ed out at all, brother.

Damn, chaka.

- Okay, okay. - Super fly.

-Are you coming? -Okay, tio.

Damn! Okay, tio, I see you.

When'd you get this one?

Has it been that long?

-What's up, Alfredo? -Been a minute.

What's up?

Damn, tio. You upgraded, pa.

A little bit, Blunt.

You guys harvesting peaches yet or what?

Shit! Just got outta work.

Got off the hauler right now.

Yeah, looks like you guys been fucking working.

Let me show you what I've been harvesting, perro.

-Damn, chaka. -Can I see that shit?

That shit's busting through the bag.

- No doubt. - That's yours right there.

Smoke that shit.

Damn, big dog. Okay. Appreciate you. That's love, yo.

Hey, I'll catch you guys right now.

- All right, bro. - All right, fool.

Good seeing you, pap.

So, what's up?

When you gonna let me make the runs?

Your ma would fucking kill me if she even knew

we were talking about this shit.

How's she doing, anyways?

She's working, right?

She hasn't been working in months.

And the bank's been sending letters.

You ain't paying the fucking mortgage?

It's been bad.

Man, get in.

Hermana, how's work?

It's fine.

Wednesday's my day off.

Bad joke.

There.

Hermana, I didn't come here to fight.

I came here to help.

I don't need your help.

Are you sure about that?

Hey, Mom. Long time no see, tio.

How you doing? Look at you, man. How's school?

- In the home stretch. - Eso.

And as soon as you're done,

you come see me, and I got something for you.

Okay?

Okay.

The house smells good, eh?

Your mom is just like my jefito.

If you ain't picking up someone else's shit,

if you ain't picking up fucking fruits in the field,

it's like you're not even working.

Who gives a fuck?

Are you guys still kicking it at that spot or what?

Yeah, you pullin' up?

I don't know, dawg. I'll let you know, bro.

He knows about the house.

That's family business.

Ain't tio family?

Not anymore.

-Mom, it's legal. -Still drugs.

It's a crop, Mom.

I pick peaches, they pick buds.

Grandpa spent his life--

That is the man you want to be like.

Was it Grandpa's dream to pick fruit?

Grandpa's dream was to raise a family

in a house that he owned.

There is no shortcut to your dreams, mijo.

Going to make some coffee for Chuy.

Migrant workers do the shit

no one else wants to do in this country.

And that mentality is forced onto us from birth.

When do we start doing for ourselves?

When do we get to live our American dream?

What's up, perrito?

-What's going on? -What's up?

How you doing, bro?

Hey, I'm doing good, dawg. Shit.

Good seeing you. What's up? What's up? What's up?

Man, look at you guys.

- What's up, man? - Tio , hey.

- Blunt, how you doing? - What's up, perrillo?

- All right, tio. - Yeah,

we're good, dude.

'Sup? You tuned up or what?

Bro, I'm always ready.

We look like fuckin' amateurs to you?

Yeah. You look like an amateur, for sure.

Man, fuck you. Cheers.

♪ A double cup with A quarter of purple syrup ♪

♪ Sludgy soda with ice Just to have some fun ♪

♪ I'm leaning 'cause I've been consuming ♪

♪ It's just average stuff Not saying that to brag ♪

♪ From Aunt Angelina We get the bricks ♪

♪ If we put together Eight ounces ♪

♪ Two-liter Sprite ♪

♪ Half price for you That's what the contact said ♪

♪ He's the plug For the small ones ♪

♪ Hooks it up ♪

♪ Here in the area we sell it For double cents ♪

♪ And to keep moving The movement... ♪

I haven't seen you around here before.

I know. I don't get out much.

- Boyfriend got you locked down? - No.

I'm in veterinary school.

- So you're smart. - I guess so.

Hey, I gotta go.

Okay. I'm Chito, by the way.

I know.

When can I see you around?

Sunday. Church.

Church.

Man, these motherfuckers

are a hundred dollars a pop on Amazon,

but I went to Meek's,

found these shits for eight dollars.

Basically the same thing. They're called gutter guards.

We still need mics and shit.

Fool, we don't acoustically treat our vocal booth,

even the most expensive mic gonna sound like shit.

"Acoustically treat our vocal booth"?

I learned that on YouTube.

Anyways, Flaco, that's good, pop. That's good.

Bro, this is a closet.

Fool, you gotta see the bigger picture, viejo.

Fool, look. Once we have XLR cables,

egg flats, a mic stand, a microphone, some headsets,

this right here, fool, this a vocal booth.

All right, fuck this shit, pri. I'm out.

Fool, you gotta see the bigger picture, viejo.

Fuck.

Fuck. Come on.

Making music is my dream.

But the bank don't give a fuck about my dreams.

I gotta take care of my mom.

So I'm putting my dreams on hold.

Damn! Tio, this how you coming?

No. Bueno seria.

These are Angelo's.

And they say, "Cars are the extension

"of a man's character," no?

Like Grandpa's truck.

I remember the first day he brought this home.

He had just came back from Mexico that day.

New shirt, new hat, new truck.

Everything made in Mexico.

He was proud of that.

You didn't come to reminisce about Grandpa.

Talk to me. What's up?

And it better not be about those runs, Chito.

-Why not? -Because as long

-as you're living with-- -Just hear me out.

We're gonna lose Grandpa's house.

Then you better start picking some more fucking peaches.

I bust my ass off, but it's not enough.

Chito, you don't think I get it?

So why don't you let me do the runs?

It's not gonna happen, Chito.

But we're family.

Let me tell you something about family.

They'll be the first ones to fuck you.

Chito, you don't think

I could pay for the house right now?

Your jefita would never let me do that.

Whatever.

Look.

Take this. Put it away. Don't let your mom see that.

Chito, don't tell your mom I gave you that.

Oh, shit! What the fuck?

I ain't gonna lie, mami.

You're wrong for that one right there.

You know you're gonna be my future wife one day, right?

Hey, it's beeping. It's beeping. It's beeping.

It's beeping. It's beeping. It's beeping.

It should be ready.

- Chaka. You're not ready. - Let me see.

Bro, that shit came out fucking hard!

I ain't gonna lie. I didn't think it was gonna work.

You don't like it?

Think we're gonna lose the house.

No way, bro.

Damn, viejo, for real?

I asked tio about making some runs, though.

You're never making fucking runs

-with tio, dawg. -It's legal now.

Fool, not what tio be doing.

Whatever. He ain't letting me do it, so...

Fool. I promise you, dawg.

You're talented, you're motivating.

Fool, the way you tell stories,

ain't nobody doing that, dawg, for real.

Like, I really mean that, fool.

Fool, we just built our own studio.

I promise you, fool.

Te lo juro, dawg. Te prometo, fool.

We're gonna get a deal, fool.

Just believe. Just trust in the process, dawg.

You got dreams.

I'll give you that.

I'm for real with it.

Hey, I been thinking, man, um...

Look, I'mma do this run to Vegas, all right?

And I...

I'm gonna meet with some L.A. homies,

and I'mma stay out there.

I need somebody to do the I.E. run.

Can I trust you?

Come on, man, I'm family. Of course, you can trust me.

Be here at 4:30 a.m. tomorrow.

Don't fuck this up.

I don't know why tio's letting me do the I.E. run.

Maybe he does feel bad about Grandpa's house.

Maybe it's something else.

Doesn't matter.

- Ready or what? - Yep.

First rule is staying under the radar.

Second rule is always being on time.

I'm 15 minutes early.

Yeah, well, working with Angelo,

15 minutes early is being on time.

Don't fuckin' question it, dude.

-Where's your Rollie? -This is flying under the radar.

The packs are in here.

So you don't gotta worry about it. Stay cool.

When you get there, you give 'em the ten packs,

they're gonna give you 30.

You count that shit in front of them.

Look.

Don't leave without counting the money in front of them.

When you get to half a tank,

don't let it get below. You stop.

No matter where the fuck you're at,

you stop and you fill up.

It's very important that you fill up.

-You nervous or what? -A little bit.

Yeah, well, I'd be surprised if you weren't. Let's go.

Here, take this.

Fuck.

Get some food, some gas,

whatever the fuck else you wanna do.

For sure. I'mma shoot to L.A. to get some kicks.

No, no, no. We're not goin' to L.A.

L.A.'s off-limits.

L.A. is off-limits. Got it.

If cops pull you over, no matter what happens,

you show 'em that paper. That's all you gotta do.

Just give 'em that, you're legit with that shit.

And whatever you do, don't call me

or text me on the regular line.

You hit me on the WhatsApp.

WhatsApp. Got it.

Get outta here.

My mom would probably think I'm taking a shortcut.

But fuck that. I've earned this shit.

And fuck anyone who judges me for this.

San Bernardino is 480 miles from Yuba City.

I got an eight-hour drive in front of me.

Who the fuck is you?

Chito.

I'm Burro.

'Ey, y'all know this is Alfredo's nephew, right?

'Ey, y'all was not expecting that shit.

Don't be shakin' your head.

Come on.

Five thousand.

Yo, what the fuck you doing?

-Counting the cash. -The machine already did it.

You are just like your uncle.

'Ey, this shit right here is fire.

And that's the reason why I'm doubling my order.

Twenty pounds?

Oh, so you're good with math, too.

'Cause, I mean, I could call your uncle.

Shit, I got you.

Cool.

Hey, ain't that that homie Junior from G Star?

Yeah, that's him.

That's another reason why I'm doubling my order.

They going on tour.

Seeing that picture of Junior

from G Star Music got me thinking.

Was this a sign from God that I should stop making runs

and focus on music?

Or was this God telling me,

"Keep making runs so you can do the music"?

Fool, I be letting the bitches know.

Fool, right off the rip, like, I live with my moms, so you...

You feel me? Sneak 'em in the house and shit.

-I just be like... -Damn, perro.

But they can't be loud. They can't be like...

You know I got good dick, so they be loud.

So they gotta be like...

You know what I'm saying, like...

And when my mom walks in, I be playing possum, fool.

"Okay, you caught me," you know what I mean?

-What's up, homie? -What's up, chaka?

Damn, fool! It's already later, pops.

My fault. I was a little busy.

-Acoustic treatment or what? -You like those?

- Chaka. - La Moni got it for us.

La Moni?

Ah.

The girl from the field or what?

This one's been onculado,

- onculado. - Shit.

First of all, fuck you.

And it's not even like that, fool.

We just connect spiritually

and mentally. You know what I'm saying?

It's not even about getting to cracking, fool, like...

You know? You know what I'm sayin'?

Like, I wanna get married, fool.

Like, "Be mine" type shit. You know what I'm sayin'?

Is this tio's shit?

-Yeah, it's been burning good. -Yeah, this shit's smokin'.

What's up, motherfucker? We gon' work or what?

Papa, I've been working. A song a day.

Lemme see.

♪ Lemme see what you're talkin' about ♪

Nothing but that heat.

The Es Dificil Ser un Santo bar is hard, fool.

Go on, chaka.

Let's fucking record it, then, pops.

- Run it. - Let's get it.

♪ Always on my mind ♪

♪ Stacking up the thick packs ♪

♪ Green thoughts ♪

♪ Green's burned And my mind starts to rise ♪

♪ We don't think the same ♪

♪ Different perspectives ♪

♪ The move's been noticed ♪

♪ Three roosters I carry in my crew ♪

♪ It's hard to be a saint ♪

♪ Everyone in the gang's A demon ♪

♪ Being bad, I'm having fun ♪

♪ I add four more players ♪

♪ To the list I navigate by ♪

♪ The same people Who hold my respect ♪

♪ The folks I consider family ♪

♪ The ones I started From zero with ♪

What are you still doing up?

I had to take a break from these books, man.

You trying to catch this out?

You should stick to the books. All I take is dubs.

Okay. All right, let's see it, then. Let's go. Come on.

All right.

You ain't got nothing, boy. You ain't got shit on me.

Uh-uh. Catch this little piojo right here, boy.

-Nope. -Yeah.

-Nothing. -Come on, chaka.

Hey, I miss this.

You miss this ass-whooping for sho.

Hey, doesn't Chela go to your church?

Yeah. You trying to get with Chela?

Oh, you're feeling her cousin, huh?

You got the feels for Candy.

Aw. It's cute, bro.

Boom!

No! Fuck, bro! Are you kidding?

What you doing up so early?

I'm going to church.

Going to church?

Yeah, I'm going to church.

No way, ama. This about a girl.

- She's beautiful. - She is.

Love you. See you right now.

Love you, too.

Well, well, well. Look who actually showed up.

-You came. -Of course.

So, when are you singing again?

I'll sing for you whenever you want.

How about you take me to dinner first?

How about tonight?

Or tomorrow if you're not busy.

Tonight's fine. Give me your phone.

That's me. And I will see you later.

Yeah.

-It's all there? -It's all there.

That's your cut.

Oh, you're gonna count it?

-Feels good, don't it? -Hell yeah.

Since it's your first time, cabron...

It's a gift from me to you, mijo.

Shit is dope.

- Love you, tio. - I love you too, mijo.

Hey.

Let's get it.

Hey, you're supposed to sip that, cabron.

Burro needs twenty pounds next week.

Okay.

Fuck, I have to take this girl out.

The one from the spot?

Probably gonna need this.

I'll bring it back to you tonight.

That's yours.

Take care of it.

-Okay. -You'll need it for next week.

Damn.

Can't wait. I'm a fat-ass.

Got it all over your lips.

I know.

So, it's like medical school,

but I don't have a residency, you know?

My brother's in med school. He's been in there for a minute.

How long have you been doing music?

My grandpa started teaching me when I was five.

Do you love it?

It just takes a while to get noticed.

That just proves that you can't rush greatness, you know?

You sound just like my mom.

She says, "There's no shortcuts to your dreams."

What?

I just think your mom and I are gonna get along.

I had fun today.

So...

I was thinking...

Chito.

How was your day, mijo?

I'm gonna pick up extra hours.

We are not going to talk about depressing shit tonight.

Is that your special tea?

- You okay? Mom? - Mm-hmm.

They're not taking nothing from us, I promise.

The last time Mom drank, my dad had just left us.

It's time for me to be the man of the house.

I was on a mission.

First thing I had to do

was delay the foreclosure on our house.

But the bank already paid the back taxes,

not to help us, though.

They did it so they could legally steal our house.

The only way I could stop them was to pay the entire tax bill

and the missing mortgage payments.

I had a month to come up with $20,253.31.

I don't know if it was God or what,

but Burro doubled up on his order.

Burro hooked me up

with dispensaries in Victorville...

...Lancaster and Bakersfield.

That added another 50 pounds to my run.

I was able to pay off the house in full.

Within a month, I had to make two runs a week.

The studio cost eight stacks to hook up.

Candy and I got really close, too.

She was so into the books,

she had no idea what I was into.

I would tell my mom I got extra bonus money

because I was picking the most peaches.

Had to put new kicks on Grandpa's truck.

I was doing two runs a week,

making eight to ten stacks each trip.

Sometimes I had to break the piggy bank

when I seen something I wanted...

and had to take care of my girl.

Oh, my God. Those are beautiful, Chito. Are these real?

It doesn't even matter. I love them.

Of course, they were real.

I was pulling down at least 70 racks a month.

The T-Type my tio lined up

cost me 80 bands...

...which left me...

...some fuck you money.

♪ Let 'em hate All they want ♪

♪ I'm still grinding For that cash ♪

♪ Double cup, soda's nasty ♪

- 'Ey? - Damn, perro.

Fool, what the fuck?

Life was perfect.

Except my mom and my girl

had no idea I was living a double life.

♪ Always on my mind ♪

♪ Stacking up the thick packs ♪

♪ Green thoughts ♪

♪ Green's burned And my mind starts to rise ♪

♪ We don't think the same ♪

♪ Different perspectives ♪

♪ The move's been noticed ♪

♪ Three roosters I carry in my crew ♪

♪ It's hard to be a saint ♪

♪ Everyone in the gang's A demon ♪

♪ Being bad, I'm having fun ♪

♪ I add four more players ♪

♪ To the list I navigate by ♪

♪ The same people Who hold my respect ♪

♪ The folks I consider family... ♪

No fucking way.

What?

Candy.

Candy! Look at this!

It's Chito!

Oh, my God!

Look! Look at the video.

Dude, this video has 30 million views.

♪ It's hard to be a saint ♪

♪ Everyone in the gang's A demon ♪

♪ Being bad, I'm having fun ♪

Oh, my God!

-Wait. -Dude, freaking Chito's

repping Yuba City.

Oh, my God.

He's gonna be famous.

He's gonna be fuckin' famous, bro.

Fuck, I think they're talking about us.

Fucking telling you, they're talking about us.

♪ I add four more players ♪

That's our fucking song.

Mira. Watch out! Watch out!

Watch out! Watch out! Watch out!

Boom! Right there! Give me my money! Give me my money!

- Fuck. - Give me my money, homie. Shit.

Dude, you want a refund?

A-yo, Al. Yo, ain't this Chito?

♪ With the team by my side I stay firm ♪

♪ The balance never tips ♪

That's my nephew right there, perro.

-That's my nephew right there! -Let's go!

Let's go, homie. Right there.

Damn, pri, that's a fly-ass whip.

Yeah, living full. This your shit right here?

- Yeah, that's me. - Old-school.

-T-Type. -Come on, now.

-Shit's clean. What's your name? -Chito.

Chito. What you be doing?

I'm in the music biz.

I'm trying to get like you, you feel me?

I hear you. Keep working. You gon' do that shit.

-Right on, chaka. All right. -Brother.

You fed Spam to your dog?

-I didn't know. -Oh, my God!

Please tell me you didn't kill--

No, mija. No.

She did start losing her hair.

And when we got Fifi to the vet, she starts throwing up Spam.

The vet goes, "Is that Spam?"

He was a good vet, though.

Hey. Did you guys like Chito's video?

- Your video? - Here it is.

♪ Always on my mind ♪

♪ Stacking up the thick packs ♪

That's a lot of gold and diamonds.

♪ Green thoughts ♪

♪ Green's burned And my mind starts to rise ♪

You sound great, mijo.

Oh, forty-five million views?

Oh...

Those are gorgeous earrings.

Oh, thank you.

Chito got them for me.

Hi.

Hell yeah.

-Puerto Rico! -Puerto Rico! Okay!

- Okay. Okay. - Bye.

'Sup, chaka?

-Oh, shit. -Man, I see you, brotha.

-Yo, Chito. -Hell yeah.

Hey!

How you doing?

-Is that why my beard hurts? -What?

-Is that why it hurts? -Yeah. You're...

You're fucking, like, I don't know,

from Ireland. You have...

Nice thighs. Luego-luego se nota.

-What? -That's not how you drink it.

You're supposed to make an airway with your lips.

Like this.

Can't have my girl out here not knowing how to drink 40s.

Thought that's what we've been doing.

I never thought I would come all the way

to Yuba City to fall in love.

You're fucking late.

Why you tripping? I told Burro.

I don't give a fuck what you told Burro.

Where the fuck is Grandpa's truck?

It's at the storage unit.

The first fucking rule from Angelo

is to never be fucking late.

I know what the first rule is.

But when you're driving in fly shit like that,

wearing bullshit like this doesn't make a difference.

You wanna get fucking cocky on me?

I'm not cocky.

You're outta control.

You're getting caught up in this shit.

Don't get this shit fucked up.

-You hear me? -You know what I hear?

Fear.

You sound just like my grandpa.

Fuck you.

My tio doesn't see me as a man yet.

He's gaming me, like I'm not ready for success.

When the truth is, he wasn't ready for my success.

Damn.

This shit is righteous.

How you doin'?

Of course.

Clika!

Hey, Chito!

That's right.

Maya. Maya!

Your vagina fell out.

How well you know Junior?

Oh, we cool.

Get these tracks to him for me.

I mean, we cool, but I don't know him like that.

Hey. I got somebody I want you to meet.

What up? It's your man J. Valentino

right here at Prendido Showgirls!

We getting lit tonight.

Right about now, we got a two-for-one special

coming up next.

-What's up, Junior? -What's up, big boss?

'Cause of you, all the brothers

are singing in Spanish now, homie.

Man, you know we making that one love happen, bro.

-Fo sho, homie. -All right.

Keep shining. I'll see you, homie.

I'm tryna get on your level, baby. Let's go.

Ah, there you are.

So, look. The guy you meeting with

basically runs L.A.

But don't worry, I'm vouching for you.

So don't fuck this up.

I got you.

-Rebel! -What's up, Burro?

-What's up, man? -How's the little ones, homie?

They good, they good. Getting big.

My little girl, she's trying to get into boxing now.

Okay, okay. Who's this, homie?

Uh, this right here is Chito.

-Cuz wanted to meet him. -All right.

Y'all good, homie.

All right. Appreciate you, Rebel.

What's up, pa?

Nephew. My man.

Good to see you.

This is Chito. Fredo's nephew.

You Angelo new boy?

Yeah. Chito.

All right, look, I'mma be back. I gotta handle something.

All right, y'all.

All right, Counselor. Right on time.

How's your uncle?

He's good.

What'd he tell you about me?

Nothing. I just figure

you're the reason L.A.'s off limits.

Hmm. So let me tell you what I'mma do.

I'mma buy the next 400 pounds AG produce...

at a million dollars.

-But that's only-- -This is not a negotiation.

I stand on business.

May I see your driver's license?

Is this your current address, Mr. Gonzalez?

Yeah.

Just a little insurance.

You'll be papered up for the return trip.

This is a purchase order with my business card attached.

This way, if you get accosted by law enforcement,

you present that document to them.

It's very important.

This way we can avoid any delays with an asset forfeiture.

Do you have any questions for me, Mr. Gonzalez?

What's "accosted"?

If the police stop you, this shit keep you

out of jail and protect my cash, l'il.

Good.

Mr. Sloan.

Good night, Counselor.

"Accosted."

That's some lawyer shit.

You strapped, l'il?

No.

-Hey, Erv. -Yeah.

Make sure he gets something so he can protect my cash.

All right. We got you. Say less.

-You good? -Yeah.

Let's get this paper.

That's right. You and your favorite showgirls.

Her booty, your laps.

Two songs for the price of one. Let's go.

Shit's crazy.

Yo, what's up, Junior?

Yo, what's up, my man? What's cracking?

Chillin'. Hey, this my boy Chito.

Man, what's up, Chito? What's good, man?

-What's good, big dog? -Chillin', man.

G Star is killing it.

Man, we trying, my boy. We definitely doing that.

Yo, but I see you hanging out with the brothers.

Hey, come on. You know how the Black and brown get down.

That's right, baby, all day.

- All right. - Hey!

You're the guy that's viral right now.

♪ It's hard to be a saint ♪

♪ Everyone in the gang's A demon ♪

- Okay! - Oh, that's you, man?

I heard your shit earlier in the club.

That's right. Keep that shit up, my boy.

See? I hooked you up.

They know your shit. They know your shit!

You already got your instructions from the counselor.

Here's a little something-something

if something pop off.

-You good? -Yeah.

That's right. Check in with your boss, jackass.

Have a seat.

You, young man, have become quite the producer.

Yes, sir. I'm a hard worker.

You certainly are.

So, what do you think of Bullet?

He's full of... life experience.

"Life experience."

Bullet is a fucking warrior.

-Right? -Fuck Bullet.

I think Chito takes the money back up on his next run.

That's a lot to leave on the table.

Yeah, we got a mil in the big duffel.

We got 150k in the small bag.

You know you're producing more

than your uncle right now, don't you?

I didn't know that.

You know what I think?

I think your uncle doesn't want you

taking that 100k commission.

Jim, what the fuck?

Let's do this.

4:30, Monday morning.

Jim, listen, I think we should split up the run

-and lower the risk. -Chito?

You wanna split it with your uncle?

This is your show.

Nah. I got this.

Chito, listen.

I've been where you been.

And you think you got all this shit figured out, perro.

When's the last time you made a 400-pound run?

Chito, it's not about

how much fucking shit you move.

It's who you're moving it for.

L.A. doesn't give a fuck about you.

You think you know Bullet?

You're just trying to scare me.

That doesn't work anymore, tio.

Chito, I'm not trying to scare you this time.

This is as real as it gets.

Look, man, just listen, all right?

You done?

Yeah, I guess you're gonna have

to figure it out on your own, then.

Guess so.

Fool, where the fuck you been all day, dawg?

It took us a fucking extra hour to finish today, fool.

I'm sorry, bro. I was busy showing our stuff to Junior.

What? Where at?

At the club with the G Star boys and the man himself.

Nah, chaka.

Fool, you think we're fucking stupid?

Babe, you should be happy.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

So you're telling me you were at the club

showing our shit to G Star Music and Junior and them?

For sureskis.

Bro, you're a fucking mule, dawg.

You're a fucking disappointment.

You don't think we fucking get it?

Bro, your new fucking chain,

your new fucking car... All that, bro?

The new computer, 4,000 in mics, the recording studio.

I didn't ask you for none of that, dawg!

-But you use it. -But so what?

I didn't ask you for it. We don't need that shit.

We had our own shit, dawg.

-Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey! -I didn't need

-the fucking computer, dawg. -Relax,

Relax, relax, relax, bro.

I didn't ask you for that shit, bro.

-Hey. -When the last time

you wrote a fucking song, dawg? You fucking haven't, fool.

Where the fuck is your music book at?

Exactly. You don't got that shit, fool.

You gave up your fucking dream for a fucking gold chain, dawg.

Fuck you, dawg.

Let's go, Flaco. Fuck this fool.

Hey, Mom.

I went down to the bank today.

The bank lady said there are no back taxes

and the mortgage is paid off.

I... I said, "There has to be a mistake."

"No," she said, "there's no mistake."

She remembers this nice young man paying...

and he had the most beautiful red beard.

Now I understand why your uncle gave you Grandpa's truck.

-Mom-- -You lied to me!

I couldn't let them take the house.

For drug money.

So take your drug money and your jewelry

and get out of my house.

Now!

If you don't leave, I'm-I'mma throw your ass out.

You ain't gon' do shit.

When's the last time you helped out around here?

-I'm in school. -Well, while you were in school,

I paid off the back taxes, I paid off the mortgage,

I kept our house from getting taken.

I didn't wanna worry you.

-Mama's boy. -Fuck you!

- Fuck you! - Hey, hey, hey, hey!

No, no, no, no. No, boys!

Enough! Stop!

My baby, I'm-I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry, mijo.

You get out of my house now.

Go!

Give me the keys.

You don't deserve to drive Grandpa's truck.

- Candy, don't. - Candelaria.

-Hey-- Don't look. -I gotta go.

Why you been ghosting me?

Why?

These?

Four carats. Real diamonds.

Hey, hey, Burro!

Hold up, hold up, hold up!

You told me that you were at work.

A lie.

That car?

Is the same car from the video.

And you told your mom

it was one of Flaco's friends' car. A lie!

You didn't seem to mind the other night

when we were smashing in it.

Fuck you, pinche mentiroso.

I did it so we wouldn't lose the house.

You're even lying to yourself.

Whatever.

No, Chito.

You actually got the shortcut

that you were looking for your whole life.

Good luck with that.

Pull around back.

Driver, pull over.

Go into the lot.

Turn that shit off.

Is there a problem, Officer?

You know, I almost bought one of those back in the day.

-Really? -The Grand National. Yeah.

- Stock car. - Fast as hell.

Hey. Please keep-keep it simple. Just scare him, all right?

- Yes, sir. - Face will be enough.

The fuck's going on?

Now we got some things to discuss. Come on.

Come on, now. You know the dance.

Come on! Get 'em out, get 'em out!

Hey.

Yeah, I'm looking at him right now.

Hey, you need a warrant.

Shut the fuck up.

You don't even know where you are, man.

We got a gangsta up in here.

That's 25 years, Chito.

What do we got here?

Oh, you taking my shit now?

Fucking--

Motherfucker!

Mother-- Stay down, motherfucker!

Kick his fucking ass.

-Kick his fucking ass! -Motherfucker!

- That's right. - Son of a bitch!

Yeah, puto, stay the fuck down!

All right, so let me handle this,

and we'll see you back at the spot.

- Motherfucker! - Yeah, puto,

we're gonna...

You fucking piece of shit!

- Enough! - Get your fucking hands off me!

We gotta go.

Enough!

This motherfucker!

- Parker. - Little piece of shit.

Parker!

Motherfuck!

What'd I ask you to do?

Scare him.

No, fuck that, boss. He came--

Hey, nobody's talkin' to you!

Just shut up.

Now you put us in a world of shit.

So this is the plan.

It went exactly as planned. All right?

Took him out to the desert couple miles,

put the fear of God into him,

he pissed himself... and then we left.

You, put him in the car, pick up Smith on the way

and then you drop his ass at the Gardens, all right?

Let the savages deal with it.

And, you. Just follow us in his car, okay?

Yes, boss.

All right, now we know

who we're dealing with, all right?

He can smell bullshit a mile a-fucking-way, so...

if he thinks we fucked him in any way...

he's gonna come down on us.

- Yeah. - All right, then.

Let's get the fuck out of here

before Karens with cell phones...

-Yeah. -...put our faces

all over fucking YouTube.

Come on.

Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?

- What's up, big dog? - What's up?

Goddamn.

Y'all fucked his ass up.

Yo, is this motherfucker breathin'?

Same game plan?

Drop him off at Nickerson... pin it on them?

-Yep. -Rinse and repeat.

Back up! Back the fuck up!

Back the fuck up! Back the fuck up!

-Let's go. -Back the fuck up!

"Nah. I got this."

That's what he told you, right?

Yeah. That's what he said.

Yep.

They were waiting for me.

Right.

Did you take a beating for a hundred grand...

or to split a million in product?

For this.

It doesn't matter.

But someone... has got to pay.

Why'd you fuck him up like that?

He had nothing to fucking do with it!

You didn't know.

They're gonna pay.

This is a hundred pounds of your delivery.

Do you know we track your shipments?

You were pulled over in Vernon.

Then they took the delivery up to Santa Clarita.

Mm-hmm. Where your uncle picked up his cut.

You with me?

Chito, they weren't supposed to do you like that.

I was trying to teach him a lesson.

He sold you out for 300,000.

You weren't supposed to go work with Bullet.

That was my decision.

And it took you years to clear that shit up,

while I stood fucking by you, Angelo!

No, no, no, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Wait! Wait! No, no, no.

It isn't fair. I know.

No, no, no, wait. Chito.

No. No.

No. No, no, look, look, look. Mirame, mirame.

Chito, Chito, no, no, no, no! Perate!

Perate, Chito, no! No, Chito!

Perate, Chito! No!

No, Chito!

No, Chito!

Chito!

You were my fucking hero.

Chito...

Chito, you know I would have

never let them do that to you, right?

Chito, you know that, right? Come on.

You know that, right?

Right?

Chito! Chito!

I'm sorry, Mom.

What the fuck happened to you, dawg?

I'm done with this shit, man.

Well, that's good for you, dawg.

I got something you wanna hear.

There's a whole lotta that.

Clika shit, my boy.

Man, get the fuck in here, fool. But let's get to work.

♪ I dodge all bad vibes ♪

♪ Life's got levels That's no lie ♪

♪ I move my own way Run my own line ♪

♪ No cap, the climb Was rough this time ♪

♪ Proud of my spot 'Cause I earned it right ♪

♪ See the moves I'm making ♪

♪ I'm always rolling On the crooked side ♪

Yeah, I'm makin' another run.

But it's not what you think.

♪ The job's gonna stretch on ♪

♪ The order comes Through the mail ♪

♪ Area 5-30, we're based here From the 2-0-9... ♪

Once I stopped cutting corners, all my cards fell into place.

♪ Instead of shoes ♪

♪ I keep bundles Stored in the box ♪

♪ All of this ♪

♪ Is already starting To feel normal to me ♪

♪ A thousand in a bad day Things never go wrong for me ♪

♪ The meter's on The vibes are strong ♪

-Global boys. -We goin' with it.

Let's go. That's right, baby.

Yes, sir!

♪ You wouldn't get it This life ain't for you ♪

Grandpa's house

will always stay in our family.

But you know I had to buy Moms a new house.

What?

Congratulations, Doctor.

Oh, I thought you were on tour.

I was, but ain't no way

I was gonna miss my girl's graduation.

You saw me walk?

Yeah, I was that guy in the crowd yelling, "Candelaria!"

- That was you? - Yeah, yeah.

Oh, my God. I'm so happy you're here.

-How you doing? -Shit, we out here, bro.

-Ready for this shit? -Get it, come on.

Made you something for the trip.

They feed me well, Mom.

Not like Mama's food.

Tacos and tamales.

I'm so proud of you.

No shortcuts, huh?

No shortcuts.

Call me when you get there.

Love you too, Mom.

I know my uncle didn't mean for me

to catch that beating.

He's still in the game.

Started a grow down in Mexico.

Turns out, him being under Angelo

was what was holding him back.

Damn, tio. You're doing it.

Yeah, it's a work in progress pero...

It's not bad, right?

I feel really bad about not being able

to get the T-Type back for you.

But I think I got something better.

Check it out.

Damn.

This is bad-ass.

It's all yours.

Chito, I'm proud of you.

Let's roll.

Okay, fo sho.

My uncle said family will be

the first one to fuck you.

That's why I had to show him that sometimes...

family's all you got.