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- [Narrator] To the max.

(air whooshes)

? Your life ain't great, nigga

? What you gon' do about it?

? Shit ain't sweet, you gone move around it ?

? Couple options I just have to climb ?

? Have to rise up out of it

? Couple options I just have to climb ?

? My life ain't great, nigga

? What you gonna do about it?

(door knocks)

- [Shay] Carvelle?

I know you're in there, nigga. Come out.

(door knocks)

Carvelle.

- The fuck?

(door knocking continues)

- [Shay] Carvelle?

- The hell you doing banging on my door, Shay?

And stop screaming like you crazy. I got neighbors.

- Everybody got neighbors, stupid.

It's a neighborhood.

- Yeah, but my neighbors got class

and they're not used to hood rats

screaming all over the place.

- Uh-uh. Who the hell is a hood rat?

- You the hell is a hood rat.

Hence you banging on my door like you stupid.

- I ain't no rat.

And not you trying to sound all smart

using big words like hence.

The hell is that?

- You don't know what hence means?

- You don't even know what it means, idiot.

See, you trying show out.

You done moved in this bougie-ass neighborhood.

Don't forget you still that dusty, crusty old hood nigga.

- Look Shaylese, I don't got time

to go back and forth with you.

What you want?

- You blocked me.

- What? - Yeah. You blocked my number.

You blocked all my social media accounts.

- Yeah, I know.

- The fuck you do that for?

- Because I don't deal with you no more, Shay.

I been blocked your ass 'cause you crazy.

I don't even know why you wanna follow me now anyways.

- Unblock me.

- Hell no. We been over.

Why would you wanna call me anyways?

- Because you ain't done with me.

- Somebody done told you wrong. I've been done with you.

You so far in my rear view,

I damn-near forgot what you look like.

- Is that right?

- That's more than right.

- Well, tell that to little Carvelle Jr.

(dramatic instrumental music)

- Who the fuck is that? And what are you doing?

- I'm rubbing our son.

- We ain't got no son.

- Well, he ain't here yet but he finna be.

- I don't have no son Shaylese and damn sure not by you.

- Stop playing, Carvelle.

Now you know you was the only one

all up in this. - Whoa, whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa, whoa.

I know you not about to say that.

- What?

You was.

You was.

- Stop it.

- You stop it.

(birds chirping)

I don't know why you looking at me like that.

- You know exactly why.

- What? You was.

- First of all, that's cap,

and even if it was true, which you and I both know it ain't,

I had the Jimmy Hendrix on hella tight

so that ain't my baby.

- You shot through that Jimmy, because we finna have a baby.

- No, we finna not.

- Yes, we finna too,

and you gon' take care of your responsibilities, Carvelle.

- Nah, Shay.

You gon' have to find the rightful owner

of that demon child.

It's a nice try though.

- Uh-uh.

Carvelle, uh-uh. You better open up this door.

I ain't playing with you.

Open up this door, Carvelle.

You ain't gonna leave me and your son outside.

It's hot.

- Ain't no fucking way, bruh.

Ain't no way.

Hell no.

(phone ringing)

Hey, Rodney. - [Rodney] What's happening?

- You at the crib?

- [Rodney] You already know.

- I'm finna to pull up.

- [Rodney] All right. For sure.

- Yeah.

(phone beeping)

(mid-tempo instrumental music)

? Yo

? A hop, skip, and a jump

? A glock switching the pump

? What happened to the slap, kick and the punch ?

? They said everybody gonna die once ?

? I don't have nine lives

? So a nigga like me don't push ?

? What?

? A hope, wish, and a dream

? Plan plotting a scheme

? So obsessive I will never rethink ?

? Keep it real

? Love whatever that means

? Best believe

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

You good?

- So look, man, not really.

Shit.

- What you mean, man?

Look like somebody done ate your last honey bun

or something, man.

- Nah. I done laid off the honey buns for a minute.

I got rid of all that shit, bro.

Nothing but fruits and vegetables in my fridge.

- You know I know how you get when you ain't had

your oatmeal cream pies before 2:00 PM.

It's 2:01.

- Nigga, I'm already going through it

and you cracking jokes.

It's funny to you?

- Damn, nigga.

The hell? Sensitive ass nigga today.

You know how I rock.

The fuck going on with you?

- It's Shaylese. - Shaylese?

What she do now?

Didn't you stop fucking with her?

- I did stop fucking with her, man.

I ain't talked to her in like damn near a month.

She come to my crib early as fuck banging on my door.

- How early?

- Early enough to fuck my dream up, man.

Nigga was dreaming still.

Nigga woke up to a nightmare.

- What? She bust your windows out, nigga?

Huh?

You know she gave me bust a nigga window vibes.

- Worse, bro.

She talking about she pregnant.

- Nigga, she pregnant?

Fuck, you didn't strap up?

That's why your ass was moping over here,

'cause you thinking about baby strollers and Pampers, nigga.

- Nigga, if she is pregnant, the baby ain't mine.

- Did your ass even strap up, nigga?

How you know the baby ain't yours?

- Because I had the Jimmy Neutron on extra tight, bro.

Snug as fuck.

I would never go raw with Shaylese.

- Nigga, did the rubber break?

- Come on, bro. What you think?

- All right, man. You know Shaylese, bro.

Was you the only that she was fucking with?

- Hell no, nigga. You know, it's Shaylese, bro.

She be out there. She be outside all the time.

She wild. You never know who she fucking with.

- Yeah, you damn straight.

You know she fucking with Tutu crazy ass

and you know she a 69 god.

I'm talking doing tricks.

I'm talking, hey,

yeah, yeah, sucky, sucky, freaky, freaky.

I done had her ass six to nine times.

You know what six-nine mean?

- You stupid, nigga.

- See you laughing, nigga.

(Rodney laughing)

- I got to find out the truth though, for real.

- Let me ask you a question, man.

When she told you she was pregnant,

did she wait till the end or tell you at the jump?

- I mean, you know it's Shay, bro.

So she got to act up at first.

She banging on my door complaining,

screaming about me blocking her.

You know what I'm saying?

And we going back and forth for a little bit.

Then she dropped the bomb on me.

- Her ass lying, nigga.

- How you know?

- Duh. She wanted to make a big reveal. Right?

Look at this. She made a scene, right?

She tripped on you blocking her from every social media.

Your dumb ass dickmatized her.

- Here you go. - Here I go, nigga.

That's your ass making love to the hoes

looking them in their eyes.

These hoes talking about, "Take me through that.

Take me through that. Take me through that."

Love making ass nigga, man.

- Shut your ass up, man.

- Your mood didn't...

You good now.

- I mean, I couldn't really tell,

but she might have had a little baby bump.

- Man, a baby bump?

Man, her ass probably pushed her stomach out, man.

I do that and I got abs.

- I ain't thinking about that. - I mean, how could you?

She pressed the issue on you with something crazy, bro.

Look, man, you a good dude, all right?

Remember what you did, man.

You went to job court, got you a good job.

You left the hood, bro.

Now you out there with them white people, man.

And your ass ain't eating honey buns no more.

Out of all the niggas she fuck with,

you will be the best candidate.

You.

- Damn.

I got to find out if she really pregnant.

- How you gonna do that?

(upbeat music)

? My dick hard now make it soft ?

? No Kit Kats when I break you off ?

? I'm gonna sing to that pussy like I'm trying to give ?

? Then fuck you real good like I popped a pill ?

? Like a nigga popped a BlueChew ?

? I shoot the club up, hit you with the pew pew ?

? I leveled up with a bitch liking me too ?

? Damn, that ass going cuckoo

(door closing)

- I knew you would come to your senses.

I told you I ain't been with nobody but you.

- Yeah, it just took me a minute

to process the whole situation.

You know what I'm saying?

I apologize. My bad.

I was tripping.

- I get it.

But what happened the other day cannot happen again.

- Hey, what happened the other day won't happen again.

I promise you that.

- Don't make promises you can't keep, Carvelle.

- I can keep this one.

Matter of fact, I ain't eager to be no baby daddy.

I want more than that.

- Aw Velly, you so sweet.

- For sure. I know it's hot outside.

I'm sure you're thirsty.

I got you some water.

(suspenseful music)

Here you go.

- Thanks. - You are welcome.

So when's the next appointment?

- Tomorrow.

You wanna come?

- Hell yeah, I'm gonna come.

It's my baby, right?

- I know that's right. - For sure.

Yeah, keep drinking though, baby.

They say you got to stay extra hydrated when you carrying.

- Look at you trying to be all fatherly and shit.

- For sure.

I mean, I wouldn't mind a little

Velly Vel running around, you know?

- Uh-uh, we ain't having no boy.

- I mean, you said we was having a son,

so I mean what you want?

A girl?

- Yeah, I wanna dress her up and stuff.

- Oh so you want you like a little mini Shay-Shay Jr.

- You crazy.

Yeah, I want a mini me,

but as long as the baby is healthy, it don't matter.

- Yeah, that's right. I feel you and me too.

Me too.

(low upbeat music)

Me too. That's how I feel too. You know?

But you got to keep drinking, you know?

Stay hydrated.

- I'm gonna have to pee.

I already drunk a liter of water before I came.

- Hey, I mean you know where a bathroom at.

So handle your business.

- Okay, let me go.

(low upbeat music continues)

- Damn, the toilet.

Yo, Shay.

Hey, don't flush the toilet. I got to get it fixed.

- [Shay] What'd you say?

- I said don't flush the-

(water gushing)

Fuck.

Damn, Shay.

Shit.

- Boy, what the hell is you yelling for?

- Why the hell you act like you couldn't hear me?

- I couldn't hear you.

- I said don't flush the toilet 'cause it's broke.

- Boy, ain't nothing wrong with that toilet.

It flushed fine.

- Damn. - What's wrong with you?

- You're what's wrong with me.

You're lying about this baby.

I know it.

Think I don't know about all the niggas you been with?

And you think I believe that I'm the only one?

Fuck out of here.

- What the hell is that?

- Oh so you man enough to bust one,

but you not man enough to take care of one?

- Well, I'm gonna see if I got to take care

of one once the baby here and I take a DNA test.

- You know what? Nigga, fuck you.

I'm gonna get my brother to come over here and fuck you up.

- You got a brother? - Hell yeah, I got a brother.

Tavionte.

- Tavionte?

Tay Price?

The nigga that went to Dorsey?

- Yep, and he gonna whoop your ass.

- I ain't know he was your brother.

Ain't your last name Brown?

- You can have brothers

and sisters with different last names, idiot.

Now move out my way before I blow your shit in.

- Yeah, man, get the fuck up out of my house.

- Man, I should've known you wasn't shit.

You got ran up out the hood anyway.

Is that why you moved over here?

Trying to act all saditty with your weak ass.

You're a bitch.

- First of all, didn't nobody run me out the hood.

Nigga got a good ass job and benefits and shit

and nigga bought a house out here.

That's it.

- Yeah, whatever. You was a weirdo.

What was you gonna do?

Scoop my piss up with the test?

Ugh. I can't believe I let your ass fuck.

Yuck.

- The fuck you mean yuck?

- Yeah, and it was whack as hell.

- All of a sudden all these times I'm whack now?

You be hitting me in the middle of the night

begging for the dick and shit.

- Yeah, last resort, nigga. Last option.

You need to get your stamina up.

What you be eating?

Nigga, eat some celery.

- The fuck does celery do?

- It get the blood flow up.

Buster ass nigga.

You is a weenie.

Look at you.

You just look like you ain't shit.

You gonna take care of this baby too, weak ass.

- First of all, don't call me no weenie, all right?

I ain't no weenie, my nigga.

You just make sure you get that motherfucking DNA test

when that baby come.

(upbeat music)

- See this is why I ain't even wanna tell you

because I knew you was gonna trip.

- Of course I'm gonna trip.

You over there getting pregnant by random niggas.

- He ain't random and you know that.

- Nah, you out here thotting and bopping and shit.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

- Uh-uh.

See what you not gonna do with sit here and judge me, Tay.

- Man, whatever, man.

Does that nigga know yet?

- Yeah, he know.

- Does that nigga know it's his?

- Yes, nigga, why would you ask me that shit?

- You know why the fuck I'm asking that Shaylese.

- Yeah, it's his.

- How the fuck you know it's his anyway?

- Because I know.

- Wait, how do you fucking know though?

- Because I know. - You don't fucking know.

Man, I'm about to go talk to this nigga.

- No, Tay, 'cause I don't want you going over there

doing something stupid.

You just got out a year ago.

- Wait, hold on.

That's what all this shit is about?

- What are you talking about?

- You think I'm about to go back in?

I ain't supposed to be here or something like that?

Look, I'm about to find this nigga

and I'm about to give him some real guidance.

For real, for real.

- No, I don't want you getting involved.

- I'm already involved in this shit.

Look, I'm finna go over there

and make sure this nigga handles his business.

- Tavionte. - Shay.

Man, at this point I'm tired of talking about all this shit.

I'm about to find this nigga and give him a little guidance

'cause that's what I think he needs.

- Tay- - Watch out.

- Tay. - Watch out.

(beeping)

- Fuck, I be burning my goddamn macadamian cookies.

? Couple options I just have to climb ?

? Have to rise up out it

? Have a couple options I have to check ?

? Just to get up out it

? Still come alive for the mighty dollar ?

? Still come alive for the dollar ?

? Life ain't great

? Nigga, what you gonna do about it? ?

(Rodney laughing)

- Nigga, ain't no way you thought that plan

was going work, bro.

- I don't know why you laughing so hard.

You're the one that put the idea in my head.

- Nigga, didn't nobody tell your dumb ass

to scoop the piss up in the toilet bowl, bro.

- All right, you ain't say per se or verbatim,

but you was like, "I agree with you, bro.

You might want to go and figure that out, dog,

and find the truth out."

- Yes, nigga.

But you got to wait till the baby is born

to get the DNA test, dumb nigga.

Goddamn, your ass trying to seduce her to capture her piss.

- All right, you don't got to keep saying it, bro.

It sound weird now when you say it.

- Nigga, it is weird.

It's stupid as hell, man.

That shit wasn't gonna work anyways.

- How not?

I was gonna wait for her to leave.

Take a cup, scoop some of the pee out,

put the test in the cup, easy money.

- Nigga, you can't mix the piss and the water together, bro.

You got to piss in the cup first. The water gonna dilute it.

- Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I guess that makes sense.

- Your ass was going to scoop it up in the cup.

Piss all over your hand, all in your fingernails.

Dirty ass nigga, bro.

Goddamn, man.

- All right, I ain't think it all the way through, bro.

Hey, by the way, Shaylese got a brother?

- I don't know nothing about no brother.

She do got a fine sister.

Lebaya, that's her name.

She bad as hell.

I don't know nothing about no brother.

She talking about Tavionte her brother

and she gonna stick him on me.

- Tay Price?

Nigga, that's her play brother, nigga.

Everybody know that. - I didn't.

- Damn.

Excuse me.

Salutations. - What?

- Oh, salutations.

- What is that?

- It means how you doing?

Hello.

My name's Carvelle. What's your name?

- Rashinda.

- Rashinda. Okay, that's beautiful.

What's that? German?

Nah, nah, that's Swedish.

- You speak Sweden?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

(Carvelle speaking in a foreign language)

- What that mean?

- It mean you got a cute nose.

- Oh my god. People be telling me that.

I always went and told I got a cute nose.

- What's up? - You be places.

- Yeah, I've been to a few places, you know.

But check this out, I don't want your food to get cold.

So shabadoobaba.

- What is that?

- That mean give me a phone number

so I can take you out the country.

- You gonna take me to Swedish?

- Yeah, yeah. I'm gonna take you out to Swedish.

Put your number on my phone.

- Here.

- All right, Ms. Rashinda, give you a call.

- [Rashinda] Okay. You better call me.

- Yeah, I'm gonna call you.

Yes, ma'am.

- Damn, bro, what the fuck does shamadobee mean?

- I don't know man, but I'm about to wababloobab that ass.

- Carvelle.

- Tavionte, what's happening bro?

- What's this I hear about you getting Shaylese pregnant?

- Look, fam, whatever you heard, bro,

it ain't true, man.

I ain't the daddy. - Oh, so you ain't smash?

- I mean, yeah, I smashed,

but I ain't skied off in there bro.

If she really pregnant,

that means somebody else skidded in her, not me.

- Fuck you mean somebody else skidded off of her?

You trying to say she a hoe or something?

- Nah, I ain't saying she a hoe.

I'm just saying she gonna have to find a silly ass nigga

that really got her pregnant 'cause I ain't the one.

- You better reevaluate who you calling a silly nigga?

- Wait, what's that mean?

- What I'm saying is she don't need you coming

around playing Daddy.

- Tay, I don't think you heard me, bro.

I'm not trying to play daddy.

- So you not gonna come around

trying to bring diapers and formula and shit?

- Hell nah. I'm not the daddy, nigga.

- Check this out.

I don't need you growing a conscience when the baby get here

trying to come around being daddy.

- Hey, that little nigga ain't got nothing to worry about.

- Hey, his name ain't gonna be little nigga.

- All right.

- He gonna be raised right as fuck.

- Nigga, is you the daddy?

- Facts. - What?

- Nigga, I thought you was coming over here

to press the homie about being the daddy,

but it sound like you wanting this nigga not to.

- Right, nigga, that part.

- All I'm saying is the baby gonna be well taken care of

and I don't even know what she see in your bitch ass.

- Nigga, you the daddy. - Yeah, nigga. Probably so.

So don't let me catch you coming around trying

to be responsible and shit.

Stay away from my baby, you bitch ass nigga.

- All right.

That nigga wild as hell, man.

- Man, I always fucking knew it was something tricky

about they friendship.

Brother my ass.

I knew they was fucking.

- Fucking for real? - Yeah.

- Hey, Carvelle.

Word on the street you got my girl pregnant.

- Who's your girl, bro? - Shaylese Brown, nigga.

- I don't know what you heard, bro, but I ain't the daddy.

I think the nigga that just walked off is.

- The nigga in the blue Nissan?

- Yeah, I think so.

- Yeah, all right.

Let me find out you lying. I'll be back.

- Shaylese crazy, man.

- [Speaker] Hey, Carvelle.

? I hate you, bitch

? Ey, man that bitch got me fucked up ?

? Saying that it's me when I'm knowing that you bad luck ?

? Man, I can't stand this bitch ?

? On gay men, a nigga can't stand this bitch ?

? Ey, I hate my baby mamma though ?

? What you watching for?

? The only thing you ever been was drama, hoe ?

? And I'm about to win a Grammy ?

? When you talk about that shit ?

? Check your panty, bitch

? Who you playing that I don't know ?

? But I do, but I do

? Fuck me, nah, fuck you too

? Ey, bitch give it up though

? Old slut hoe

? The only reason I fuck with you 'cause I'm cut though ?

? Bitch, get a speech like Brody mamma say ?

? Ey, please believe me

? Ey, believe me

? Took a bitch straight out

? (dramatic music)

- [Narrator] To the max.

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