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♪ Work for that money

♪ Get that money for the work

♪ When I'm ready, I'm-a land

♪ I'll be endin' them

- Jamison.

Jamison!

♪ Hit another flow

- ♪ Shine so bright...
- What's up!

My fault, Zeke.

Was I too loud?

No, you were too long.
Look,

coaches are arriving soon.
It's time to go.

You're flying into
West Georgia Regional,

and I reserved you
a pickup truck.

A pickup?
I told you a Benz.

Yes, but this is the South.
A truck?

A truck says, "Honey, I know
the rules and I play by them."

Hmm. Okay.
I see you, baby boss.

All right, but next time,
Benz means Benz.

- Now say it with me.
-Benz means Benz.

Mm-hmm.

You been at it
for five hours, Jay.

Yeah, you just as hungry
as you was in high school.

I try, man.

I used to be that hungry.

Yeah.

No offense, Zeke,
but you don't look like

you been that hungry
in a minute, bro.

- Oh, well, you got jokes.

Look, on the real,

training camp's
starting soon,

it's the last day
I can let you in.

- Come on, man.
- Gotta find a new gym.

What--what if I come
midnight to three?

No can do.
I need this job.

No, I--I appreciate it.

Thank you.

Bye, Zeke.

Oh, and your Mack Attack
Study Sack.

In there
there's a tablet

with videos,
all things Keith Kincaid

from his Pop Warner days
to his fishing trips

to his first birthday party.

As well as
a sports drink mock-up

and peanut butter logs.
Homemade.

Flight time is approximately
four hours,

which means we've got
plenty of time

- to go over your pitch.
- "We"?

No, no, no, see,
me is going to Georgia.

You are staying right here.

No...why?

The White Party is not gonna
plan itself, right?

Okay. Now pick up
my dry cleaning

and don't forget
Malik's signed jerseys.

Oh, and I need you
to clean and organize

all of my earrings.

Organize? How,
by hoops and dangles?

Alphabetical.

Diamond, gold, and platinum.

Now handle your business,
New School,

so you can handle mine.

You know, I'd do a better job
of handling yours

if I was going with you.

Hmm. Okay.

There are two emergency exits
on this plane,

so please take a moment
to locate them

and then get the hell
off of my aircraft.

Take your ass to work.
Thank you!

For not flying
Tasha Mack Airlines.

Bye bye.
Have a nice day!

Don't get nothing
on you, girl.

♪ I see her

♪ She came with her ...

- It's tilted.
- Really?

Y'all think it's tilted?

Yeah, I think it's tilted.

I think he's tilted.

Where'd he learn to do all
that handyman shit, anyway?

Oh, it's definitely tilted.

But you get what you pay for.

Thank you, Miss Brittany.

It's a smidge to the left.

Is that better?

Perfect.

Malik, I got the jerseys,

and now I'm off
to clean ear wax

off your mother's
diamond studs.

- Ah. Earring duty.
- Mm.

- Yeah.
- Yo, good luck with that.

Good luck with, um,

whatever this is.

So, Malik, I cut the yard,

fixed the door,

the TV is perfect.
Anything else?

Nah, just take care
of them boxes

and you're good to go, bruh.

Yes, sir.

Hey, look, man.

I really appreciate this.

With the extra cash,
I can finally join a gym.

I can train
with a position coach.

Well, dawg, don't thank me.
Thank my moms.

It was her idea.

Too much testosterone
makes me nervous.

Yo, Malik,
hit that volume.

It's Emmanuel Acho.
I think he talking you up.

...and I gotta be honest:

Malik Wright
is an embarrassment.

Players don't get ownership
chances like this often.

And when they do,
it's Malik Wright?

A paraplegic-punching,
womanizing,

immature playboy?

Playboy? Who the hell
you calling a playboy?

Hear me when I say this:

this experiment
is guaranteed

to humiliate Black folks
everywhere.

Is this really the face
you want of Black ownership?

My answer?
An emphatic, resounding,

unapologetic no.

And don't tweet at me,
don't DM me,

-don't text me.
- Fuck you!

-Oh, my gosh.
-I said what I said.

We'll be back
onToday in Sports.

Glad we got
that extended warranty.

Bitch-ass.

♪ You tell me, take it easy

♪ Day by day

Can you believe this?

I'm nothing more than
a glorified errand girl.

Wish I could be
a shoulder to cry on.

I just have to focus
on this showcase--

I mean, like, yes,
I messed up, okay?

But I still have
a lot to offer, right?

But how do you explain that
to Tasha Mack?

♪ You need Tasha Mack

♪ Or she'll fire you

♪ You need Tasha Mack

♪ Or we ain't got food

- So annoying.

See, Kate,
I'm changing the game, okay?

So Mogulmagazine has got
to rank me higher

than 14 this year.

All right, y'all got Oprah
at number one?

You need to compare
those résumés,

'cause Tasha Mack whoops
Oprah Winfrey's ass

all day long and
then twice on Sundays.

Well, it sounds like
you're intent on reaching

the top of our
100 Most Powerful Women's issue,

and frankly,
a little obsessed with Oprah.

Don't confuse obsession
with inspiration, okay?

And my inspiration
is going down this year.

- Garret.
- Yo.

A lion don't smash
the same lion

his whole damn life,
so why the hell should I?

That wasn't the subtext
of the podcast.

Oh, well, what was the subtext
of the podcast, Idris Elbow?

It was about abstaining
from sex.

Or any ejaculation,
for that matter.

- Hmm.
- Have you seriously

never heard
of No Nut November?

- No Nut what?
- November.

Why would anybody
intentionally abstain

from the most pleasurable
act in existence?

That's why God made women,

and He wanted them
to have fun, too,

so he created me.

Because they want
emotional clarity,

willpower, intellect.

MALIK:
Blue balls?

You talkin' about
No Nut November?

- Oh! Not you too, man!
- Yes.

It's a thing. It's a thing.

It's not even November.

- Oh, it's here.
- Wh-What is?

Well, you said you hated
your furniture,

so I ordered a few pieces
to, you know,

828 Style this place up.

- Surprise.
- Oh!

My stuff is kinda old.

I'm pretty sure my grandma
invented sex on that couch.

Ew.

- Abuelita.
- So...

- how should we arrange it?
- I would love to,

I just--I really
have to finish this song.

But I trust you.
Just make it your home.

This is Brittany.

Name another Black person,
all right,

that has signed a number one

overall drafted white
quarterback.

You can't!

All right, this my
Jackie Robinson moment, girl.

So you're saying that you've
officially signed Keith Kincaid,

a player that many are calling
the next Peyton Manning,

and I can quote you?

Hell, you can chisel it
on Mount Rushmore.

I might be the first
Black person there, too.

- Okay?

Oh, excuse me, Kate.

I'll be back in two shakes
of a lamb's tail.

- This better be good.
-Tasha,

Keith Kincaid called.

He's canceling his meeting.

He's signing
with somebody else.

The hell he is.
Okay, look.

Don't nobody cancel
on Tasha Mack.

I need you to get me
his address, okay?

- I'm on it.
- Thank you.

Hey. I'm sorry, Kate.
Now where were we?

You were channeling
Jackie Robinson,

and I was just about
to quote you.

You know, we just might want
to put that on ice

for a minute, okay?
But, uh,

the Tasha Mack Agency
will be singing Keith Kincaid.

My career highlights
to get into Baltimore:

I had five sacks,
ten tackles,

- and an interception.
- Oh.

And you think that's because
you were backed up.

Hmm?

"No Nut November:

How I Took My Life Back
in 30 Days"?

What else you got up
in that hobo sack? A Walkman?

An MC Hammer cassette tape?
Huh?

Just remember: The squirrel with
no nuts

climbs a tree faster
than his enemies.

Ah! Well, the squirrel
with no nuts is stupid.

And eventually
he gonna starve to death.

Whoo! All right.

Oh, yeah, uh,
I regripped all your clubs.

Ah, familiar with
the gentleman's game, eh?

Oh, yes, sir.
I played back in high school.

Back-to-back state champs.

Oh, you might want to join us
at the Owner's Open.

Might learn something
watching me

chop it up with
the one-percenters, huh?

Might also not.

No, I would
definitely love to,

but I can't wear this.

You don't have
to wear that, man.

I got something for you.
And listen,

if you come, you better be
a fly on the wall.

I don't want to hear
a peep out of you, bruh,

and don't you bring
your ass down there

- and embarrass me, okay?
- Yes, sir.

All right, man.

Boom! That's
what I'm talking 'bout,

and I nutted this morning
for breakfast.

I call it Jizzing in July.

Ah! Ah! Ah!

Huh? You like that?

Thank you.

Hey, girl.

What the hell did you do?

You know, I thought I'd
828 Style the whole place up.

Girl, look.

See the color scheme?
You see?

It's the whole
seaside vibe that you love!

Yeah. Where's my stuff?
My coffee table?

That old foot locker you said

you would get rid of
since college?

Girl, don't worry.

The mission needed that stuff
way more than we did.

You donated my stuff
to the mission.

Yeah.

I gotta get my trunk.

Raquel...wait.

I'm telling you,
that vintage Rolie,

that's the way to go.

- Oh ho!
- Ho, ho, ho!

MAN ON PA:
Playing in Group Three,

-Colonel Ulysses Thatcher...

Mr. Garret Evans,
Mr. Trey Smith,

and Mr. El "Dee-bar-gee" Wright.

El DeBarge, man!
Like the singer!

Malik, they didn't call
my name on the list.

Yeah. That's 'cause
you're not playing.

Hey, fellas...

Y'all remember Jamison.
He's my caddie.

You gentlemen
didn't bring caddies?

Mine couldn't make it.
He got stuck in 1965.

Why would you bring me
if I'm not playing?

Relax, "Beggar" Vance.
Listen, you got one job today

and that's to make me
look good, all right?

Easy money.

- Easy money.
- Easy money.

Where is he?
Where is he?

Aha!

There's my white whale
right there.

Oh, I see you.

Miss? What happened to
the stuff inside the trunk?

Raquel? What the hell
was in that trunk?

A yo-yo.

A yo-yo?

Raq, I will give you
$100 Cash App

so you can have
a trunk full of yo-yos.

Wow, you really think
money fixes everything.

No, just everything
yo-yo-related.

And why wouldn't you?
If my parents bought me

something shiny or new
every time I lost something,

that would make me
a narcissist, too.

I'm sorry, okay?

I'm sorry
I threw your things away,

but, Raquel, it is a yo-yo.

A yo-yo my mom gave to me,
that means everything?

Don't you have anything
in your life

that you would do whatever
to protect it?

Of course not.

How could you when you're
constantly running away

from everyone and everything
that even tries to come close?

Not right now, Mom.

Exactly.

What do you say
we make this interesting?

Oh, easy, Malik.
I smell a setup.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'm all about

making things interesting,
Colonel.

Let's, uh--
let's go with 5 Gs a hole.

Well, that's interesting
for a player.

Owners play
for 100 grand a hole.

Oh, shit. Oh, you wanna
make it real interesting? Okay.

Okay, let's do it.

- Mm-hmm.

Cash transfers only, son.

- Get your popcorn ready.
-Ha!

Popcorn's already ready.

Been popped.

It's gonna be
an interesting day, Malik.

Yep.

That's $1.8 million.

Keith Kincaid!

Tasha Mack.
We need to talk.

I'm sorry you came all this way
for nothing, Ms. Mack,

but, like I'd already
told your office,

- I'm done taking meetings.
- Okay, no offense, but

I didn't fly four hours
and drive my Black ass

all the way
through Klan country

to take no for an answer.

Look, I understand, and
I respect your hustle, ma'am,

but my mind is made up.

Oh, I respect that you're
calling me "ma'am," son.

But I'm not going anywhere

until I get that meeting
you promised me.

All right, well,
if you're staying,

go ahead and
grab yourself a bucket.

Rosie ain't gonna
milk herself.

You expect me to milk a cow?

Oh, no, ma'am.
No, I expect you

to get back in your little
rented pickup right there

and then you can fly back to

wherever it is
you flew in from.

Give me that damn bucket.

Rosie? Come on, heifer.

Aah!

You see it?

So, Garret.

What do you do with all that
money I'm paying you?

Well,

I've bought a fair amount
of zero-coupon bonds

to set aside for
my nieces and nephews

to attend university.

You don't seem like a guy
to invest in zero bonds.

I take risks on commodities
that become more valuable

as they mature, Colonel.

Yeah, the market's on fire
right now.

Oh, as in burning down.

It plummeted 300 points,
which means it's time to buy.

Yeah, yeah, that's what
I'm saying.

It's time to buy.

- Real estate.
- Real estate.

Good call. I'll double
my profit this year

with the Fury and dump a big
chunk of that into real estate.

Well, that's quite a chunk,
Colonel,

considering you did
2.5 billion last year.

I mean, if you believe "Forbes,"
that is.

- You're a subscriber, right?
- Yeah, yeah.

Well, listen,
I bought up Bitcoin.

It's the money of the future,
am I right?

Oh, you really shouldn't deal
in volatility, Malik.

Listen to him, Malik.

Garret knows
what he's talking about.

- Hey, Malik.
- Oh.

I found your balls.

What?

Got the genes
of a pro athlete.

What'd you expect?

Is it--
what is that? What is that?

Oh!

Steady on, Malik.

How much are you down
to the Colonel already?

He's down 300K.

That's a whole house,
where I'm from.

Bruh, owners don't have losses.
We have write-offs.

Right, but if you actually want
to win this hole,

you might want to use
an iron.

Dawg, I'm trying
to be aggressive.

I'm down a whole house.

Yes, a cheap,
broke-down-ass house,

but it's still a house.

Remember the Dallas playoff?

When you could've scrambled,
but you checked down

to the running back
and got the first down?

And the next play,
you won the game?

Yeah.

So put the driver down,

use an iron.

You better be right.

Trust me, just try it out.

Okay?!

- Ha!
- Bollocks!

- Whoo!

That's what I'm talking about,
man, yeah.

I can't believe it!
Where is my shit?

Look, I'm sorry.
Okay, I--really, I didn't know--

- Stop.
- I didn't know!

Brit, you know, we didn't have
a lot when we were growing up.

Always moving, always
leaving something behind.

But my mom always made sure
I had that stupid toy.

She said it represented
her love for me.

In life I may have
highs and lows, ups and downs,

but she'll always be there to...

to catch me
when I bounce back.

Like a yo-yo.

I know it's stupid.

No.

I envy you,
'cause I don't have

a single possession
I would do a dumpster dive for.

You're dumpster diving now.

'Cause you're my yo-yo.

Give me a hug,
you little ashy-ass.

Oh, you want a hug
from a narcissist?

I--I'm--I'm sorry
I called you that.

Even though
that's what you are,

I think we should chill out
on the name calling.

Son of a bitch.

- Excuse me?
- No, no, look.

Oh, son of a bitch!

Hey, hey.

Raquel. Raquel! Come here.

Soo-ey!

Soo-ey!
Come here, little piggy!

Soo-ey!

- All right. Hold that.
- Whoa, whoa.

What's wrong? Hold it.

Aah! Soo-ey!

Now, where in the world
did you learn to call hogs?

That's how I scared
the owners

into giving me what I want.

Gotcha. Well, you also
scared off the pigs.

No. Come on.

The day's still young.
Let's go.

- ♪ I'll make a bet with you

♪ But give the devil his due

Ah, yeah!
Say "new money."

Soo-ey! Ooh.

Okay. All right,
all right, all right.

Soo-ey!

Ha! Oh, you better
watch them forks.

- Okay. Ha-ha!

Not bad!

You got some Kahlua?

"New money." There you go.
Say it.

- New money. New money.
New money.
- That's it. That's it.

♪ And if you win you get

Hey.

Figured these might help.

Really?

Took your ass long enough.

You know, uh,
we need to have a sit-down,

'cause we haven't talked
one bit of business.

Not until we've picked
the corn.

Oh, hell no.
See, Black folk,

we don't pick nothing
that start with a "C."

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Not even a little bit
of cannabis?

Fellas, consider this
a pre-victory celebration.

That's very gracious,
but I think you should've let

Garret buy,
since he just agreed

to a massive new contract.

Yes.
But I haven't signed it yet,

and likely never will.

What are you talking about?

We have a deal.

You had a deal with Tasha,

and she's not here.
I am.

We spent five years
in St. Louis,

and you never once
asked me to golf.

Anything
to close the deal, eh?

You sure you want
to play it this way?

I took you
for a smart fella.

You're pretty smart
yourself, Colonel,

making half a billion
this year, off our backs.

That should make
my demand easy.

I want to be the highest-paid
defensive player...ever.

Give me a minute, dawg.

Colonel.

Owner to owner,

a defensive back
will never be paid

as much as
a franchise quarterback.

I say we sit his ass.

- Really?
- Yeah. Oh, really.

He's our biggest ticket draw.

He's got the third best-selling
jersey in the league,

and by himself,
he's responsible

for 2.3 victories a season,

which means last year
we wouldn't have

made the playoffs,
and the year before,

we wouldn't have won
the championships,

which let me move the team
to Vegas

and double the value
of my franchise.

But you would sit him.

Look, there he is.
There he is.

Little man with the yo-yo,
how much?

Ew! Y'all smell
like toilet shit.

You know what?
I'm-a take it.

Look, hey, hey. Came out
of the same dumpster as you.

Hmm.

Twenty dollars?

Fifty.

Okay. Sold,

to the little boy
with the filthy mouth.

So what's your cash app?

Lady, do I look like
I got Cash App?

Okay.

How would you like
a $600 pair of shades?

How would you like
to kiss my ass?

Okay.

- He's delightful. Yeah.
- Yes, he is.

You know what? Um...

Watch this hustler, Raq.
I'll be back.

Where you going?

I, uh...
I need to make this right.

- Boy, there sure is no quit
in you, Malik.

A lesser man would be
crying in the clubhouse,

if they were down
200 large on the last hole.

You just gonna stand there
and look stupid

or you gonna help me
read this putt?

Okay, so this is a double
breaker against the grain.

Obviously.
What the hell does that mean?

It's just about 15 feet.

Just a little bit over
your practice mat at home.

We ain't
at the barbershop, fool.

Clear your mind.
Own the shot.

Pressure's on him.
That's why he keeps on talking.

- Mm-hmm.
- He's nervous because he knows

if you can beat him...

you can be him.

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah.

Colonel, it's a double breaker
against the grain.

Man, this is a tough putt.

I like where this is going.

So if I miss,

I pay double.

If I make it...

Jamison gets an invite
to the training camp.

Are you bloody mad?

- Malik, what are you doing?

He's thinking like an owner.

Deal.

Damn it!

When you have
emotional clarity,

you won't make emotional
decisions like this bet.

Always, always put
the organization first, Malik.

- This kid.

He's bad press. He'll never be
part of our organization.

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa.

So what if I would've
made that putt?

I knew you wouldn't.

TASHA:
I got the munchies.

Think I got
an emergency snack.

You like peanut butter logs?

- Do you?
- Hell, yeah! I love 'em!

- Okay, well, who doesn't?
- Man, my mom,

she'd always pack me
a bag full of these

whenever I went fishing.

I'd throw an extra one out
into the pond for good luck,

and I never
came back empty-handed.

You know what?
I think me and your mama,

we could've been girls.

The thought of that
makes me pretty happy.

Well, good,
'cause you know what?

When you sign with me,
you not just a client,

you family.

I--I can't.

I'm sorry, I--
I can't do it.

I thought we were connecting.

- Oh, no, we are--
- You scared

you gonna be the only
white franchise quarterback

- with a Black agent.
- What? Come on! Hell, no.

That's--my fiancée's Black.

I'm--I'm down with the brown
all over town.

I just--I--

I just--I--

I want to be a part of
the Billionaire Boys Club

by the time I'm 30,
and I...

I don't think you got
the balls to get me there.

Wow.

- Ain't this a bitch?

You know, I got one client,

highest-paid safety
in the league,

and another one
that's set to be an owner.

And you sitting up here
worrying

'cause I got a damn vagina?

You know, you shouldn't
sign with Nike.

You should have your own shoe,

and you shouldn't
endorse Gatorade,

you should have
your own damn drink.

- "Kincaid-ade."
- Mm-hmm.

- That's pretty sweet.
- I know.

See, with me, you'd be
a billion-dollar brand

by the time you were 25,

but you're too damn stupid
to realize it.

- I'm sorry, I just--
- Yeah, you're stupid,

'cause stupid is as stupid does,

you damn Forrest Gump
hillbilly-ass!

You know what?

Give me this weed.

I wouldn't represent you
if you was

the last redneck on earth.

How you like them balls, huh?

There goes my owner.

Dawg, I might not be built

for this ownership shit,
Caleb.

Thought I was at the goal line,
about to score.

Not even on the damn field.

Don't sweat that shit, man.

Golf ain't
no real sport anyway.

It's not just about golf, dawg.

I didn't speak the language.

It's like Jamison fit in
more than me,

and he's been in Shawshank.

Keeping it 100?
That shit was embarrassing.

- So what?

You Malik El DeBarge Wright.
You got this!

That's easy for you to say,
fool, you dead.

- That's a low blow, Malik.

Malik?

You got company.

Macy, Tracy, and Stacy!

I don't speak French,
but I can spell menage à trois!

This'll make us both
feel good.

Okay, great.

I'm feeling better already.

What's up, ladies?

Hey, man, I'm-a head back
to the crib.

But I will be back to paint
your kitchen island tomorrow.

No, dawg,
you ain't got to bounce.

Stay.
Partake in the delicacies.

Ah, thank you,
but I'm cool.

Plus I got an early morning
training session.

Good.
I don't like him anyway.

He always killing my vibe.

You wouldn't be
buying into

this No Nut November
nonsense, now, would you?

Whatever it takes, right?

But you enjoy.

I'll holla at you tomorrow.

Yo, Jamison!
Hold up, dawg.

- I'll give you a ride.
- Aw, hell, no.

- You sure?
- Yep!

You can't do a brother
like this.

All right, ladies,
I'll be back in a second.

Y'all have a little fun.

Ain't no fun if Caleb
can't have none!

Bar's by the pool.

Damn you, Malik.

Yeah, that's Rock the Baby.
But...

Hey, little man.

His name's Darius.

Hey, Darius.

Look what I got.

Oh, fuck!
A Malik Wright jersey?

- Unleash the Fury!
- Eh, not so fast.

It'll cost you
one orange yo-yo.

And, hey,

stop all that damn cussing.
Okay?

You got it. Anything.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Hey, yo, I got lucky
at the mission.

An autographed Fury jersey.

We can get five C-notes
for this, easy, Grandmama!

He a hustler.

He is.

You should handle that, Brit.

I really should.

Come on.

- You really smell bad.
- So do you.

Steadman!

I didn't get my white whale

and I smell like pee
and poverty.

I'm so sorry to hear that,
Ms. Mack,

but I'm sure in the end,
you'll win.

Oh. Thank you, Steady.

You know, you always know how
to make a mogul feel better.

Any time.

Colonel.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

Tasha, Tasha, Tasha.

I thought we were friends.

I was beginning to think
we could be more,

but what Garret did
this afternoon

- was not very friendly at all.
- What the hell happened?

What happened was,
you and I had a deal,

- and Garret reneged.
- He what?

Look, let's not overreact,
okay?

I'll handle it
as soon as I land.

Will it be handled
over drinks?

Or maybe dinner at my place?

Why the hell not?
Drinks, not dinner.

Book it.

Damn.

Damn, dawg,
where the hell we going?

We still in Vegas?

Yes, man, we are still
in Sin City,

- just a darker part.
- Clearly.

Sir, you lost 400 Gs today,
my man.

- Feel like I should

give you some
gas money or something.

I can't lie, dawg.
That shit stings!

But not as much as
No Nut November.

I'm thinking about doing it.

You should.
I think it'll surprise you.

Hmm. Just the thought of it
makes me cringe.

Like what if I get to day six

and I have a wet dream?
Like a long, slow,

soft wet dream?

Then you start over.

You know, you just
work it till you win.

Yo, this is me
right here on the right.

This reminds me
of the shithole

Moms and I
lived in in Richmond.

I remember when I made
the league. Pssh.

Bought that dump
and tore it down.

One of the best days
of my life.

It's not that bad, man.

Plus, home is where
you lay your head at, right?

If you say so.

Thank you for the ride, Malik.

No problem, dawg.

♪ I was down bad, yo

- Down bad

- Lookin' up

♪ I was on my own shit

♪ I had my own way

♪ Now your girl up on my block

♪ She don't say nothin', hey

Yo.

♪ They can never look at...

Dawg, I was wrong.
This is actually

the real shithole right here.

Bruh, you living in here?

All my ends
goes to training, so...

...it's the cost of success.

Dawg, if you need
a place to crash,

just ask me, man.

- I'm--I'm good, Malik.
- No, no, no.

No. You're not good.

Bruh, even the rats ain't good
up in here.

Malik...

Look around you, man.

Hmm? What do you see?

Uh, two crackheads

having nasty sex
in a corner right there,

a 3-legged pit bull
trying to figure out

what the hell went wrong,

and a crackhead
on the corner--

There's no protesters here.

There's no finger pointing.
There's no judgment.

I'm free here.

Bruh, do me a favor.

Pack up all your shit--

better yet,
burn all your shit...

- Can't do that.
- Yes, you can,

because you're
moving in with me.

- I can't do that.
- My home

is my organization, brother,

and you're a part
of my organization now.

Temporarily.

Sure about that?

Uh, no.

Just stay away from me
for the next 30 days.

I sleepwalk and I don't want
to get you pregnant.

Get your shit. Come on.

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah