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A wise person once told me

that life is a journey.

Every decision you make has a consequence

that affects everyone
and everything around you.

'Cause along that journey,

you never know where you may end up,

don't know what paths you have to take,

you never know who you'll
meet, who you can trust,

or who really got your back.

But the scariest part about it all,

you never know how it's gonna end.

- Joe, I was about to make your lunch.

I just got off the phone with.

I was, I swear, I swear I was.

Man, get your ass away.

- No, Joe.

- Told you to stay out of
grown folks' business, boy,

with your little ass.

Get out the way.

No wonder you don't
know your goddamn daddy?

'Cause your motherfucking
momma's a motherfucking ho.

Yeah, yeah, I seen you.

A full-pledged motherfucking ho.

Tell him 'bout Dave over there

when you was giving him
that pussy from the tire shop.

Tell him.

Tell him.

Get hit, motherfucker.

Get your ass up.

- Momma.

- Get your ass up, boy.

Leave him alone.

- Now back to you, bitch.

Huh, I'ma teach you a motherfucking lesson.

- Oh no. - Huh?

- Wait, wait. - Shut up, shut up, ho.

Shut up.

Say, I'ma a no good ho, Joe.

Say it, bitch.

Say it.

- I can't breathe.

Please. - Big Joe.

- What you gonna do
with that little shit, huh?

- Zaire, please put the gun down.

Zaire, please

- I raised

your motherfucking ass. - Put the gun down.

Don't do this.

- You understand me? - Put the gun down.

- You gonna do it like that, huh?

I raised your motherfucking
ass, you ain't going to do shit.

- Zaire, please.

Zaire, give me the gun.

Come on, baby.

Baby.

Let me see.

Zaire, baby, you got to go.

Here, take this money and go to Houston

and never look back, okay.

- What wait, wait, wait what?

- I can't leave you by yourself, momma.

- I'll be fine, I'll be fine.

- Mom, what are you talking about?

I can't leave you.

What are you talking about?

- Yes you can, you have to.

- Momma, momma, momma.

- You have to.

- I don't know no one in Houston.

What are you talking about?

- I refuse to let the prison
system take you from me

like they did your daddy.

- Momma, I don't know. - Just go.

- Nobody in Houston.

- Go to third ward and ask for street.

- Who is street?

I don't know no street.

- Street, that's your grandfather.

I don't have his number
but just ask for him

and he will come find you.

- Momma, look at you.

I can't leave you.

- I'ma be fine.

I need you to do this for me, okay.

Just go.

Let me see.

Let me see.

Okay, go.

Go.

Baby, go.

Thank you for calling 911.

What is your emergency?

- I just shot my husband.

He was beating me.

- Come on, man.

What the fuck wrong with you, man?

You text a nigga 911

to come pick their motherfucking ass up.

And you gonna sit in
this motherfucking ride

the whole way to the bus station

and not say a motherfucking word?

Fuck wrong with you, bro?

Seriously.

- Ayo, Zaire.

You really gonna just burn
out on your boy like that?

Some ho ass shit.

This is a prepaid call from.

Sonny Bobo, nigga.

All phone calls

are subject to recording and monitoring.

Hello.

Big man, what's up, baby?

This Sonny Bobo.

Man, what the fuck going on?

Waiting on these
hos to release me, nigga.

I don't know what the fuck going on

but some type of capacity cap or something.

But boy, I'm waiting on these hos

to roll the doors now, man.

Where are you at?

I'm in the H, what's happening?

I'm on the next bus
to Houston, bro, pick me up.

Say less, my nigga, I got you.

- Congratulations.

I see guys coming in and out of here.

You're one of those guys I
know is going to be back here.

- Man, fuck you.

Day I come back to this
motherfucker'd be the day

the warden keep his hand
out your wife ass, bitch.

- Thank you for your job security.

- Yeah, I hope you rot in this motherfucker

with that job security.

Fuck you.

Bobo, I'll see you in jail

in less than six months.

I'll be right here.

- Sonny bobo, bitch.

- Let's go, nigga,

let's go. - Let's go, baby.

- What's up, baby?

- Fuck is the deal, man.

- Man, take that tighty-whitie off, man.

- Oh shit, well, I sure
appreciate you, man.

God damn, bitch.

- Sonny motherfucking bobo.

Boy, it's good to see you.

- Hey man, you don't know how glad I am

to be up out that motherfucker.

I'm talking 'bout any
moment I feel like, man,

one of them ho ass cos'
gonna jump in behind someone

and holler count time
around this bitch man.

- You need me to pinch
you or punch you, nigga,

'cause you home now, my boy.

And this time we gonna
make sure that shit for good.

- And I ain't gonna lie, vinny, man,

this a bad motherfucker you drove up in.

I see you still getting it, bro.

Where that work at, man?

You know I got out my same lick bro.

- Yeah, I got some work for you, all right.

Some legit work.

- And I feel all that, vinny, man.

Speaking of street, what's
up with that nigga, man?

- Shit did changed since
you left two years ago.

These streets ain't the same.

We had to change with the time.

- Damn, my god, damn.

- You're like motherfucking
kings on this bitch.

- Vinny.

- Hey. - Hey, come on in.

- What's up, how you doing?

- I'm doing all right.

How are you?

- Good, good, good.

- Hey, oh, you brought a friend.

- I did. - How you doing?

- This my boy, Sonny bobo.
- Nice to meet you, I'm Ella.

- Nice to meet you too. - Come on in.

Let me take you guys to street.

- This shit enough for any man, goddamn.

Big thanks.

- I told you.

- Street.

- What's up, B?

- What's up, nigga?

- Good. - Street.

I'm home, man.

- Man, god is good.

- All the time, man.

All the time.

I'ma let y'all chop it up.

- Vinny.

- I ain't gonna ask you
how you been doing, man,

'cause lord only knows
what you done been through.

But what I need to know is
how you feel right now, man,

how you feel to be home, man?

- Man, it's a blessing, nigga.

To be out there living hell, man.

But enough about me, man.

I see how you doing, nigga.

Look like you blessed
'round this motherfucker.

- Yeah, man.

God good, man.

He been good to me.

You know, came a long ways
from where we come from.

- Right up.

- But I ain't do none of this for me, man.

'Cause everything I done
always been for the fam.

All I ever wanted was an umbrella.

Something to cover us
all up, man, keep us all dry.

- Man, I ain't been dry, street.

Been lightning and
thundering in that motherfucker

with them demons, bro,
where I just came from.

Straight up.

- But I need you to
remember something, man,

there's two sides to every story.

So you got to know if you don't listen

to the man holding the umbrella

and he go to the left and
then you go to the right,

then you gonna get wet.

- That shit sound good, street, man,

but I need my own umbrella, my nigga.

I'm a man, street.

Fuck is this, man?

Shit.

Okay, is that love a
nigga talking 'bout, street.

- Yeah.

- Yeah. - You deserve

a whole lot more.

Man, got you home.

Now all we got to do is
get a little street home.

- Bro got a chance though?

- Shit, you here.

You got a shot.

But here's the important thing, man.

If he would have listened to me

he wouldn't have been in that motherfucker

in the first place.

And that's why I need you
to listen to me right now.

I don't know what you
got going on in your head.

I don't know what you got planned,

but you got 200,000 reasons
not to be tripping out here

in these motherfucking streets, bro.

- Nah, street.

These streets ain't fucked up, man.

It's how you navigate these streets.

These niggas fucked up, street.

- But that's what I'm trying to tell you.

You ain't got to navigate no streets, man.

I got you, man, just trust me.

- At the end of the day, bro,

I'm only good at two things, street,

selling dope and being a
motherfucking soldier bro.

You know this shit, bro.

- Say, my man, you know
somebody named street?

- No, bro, I don't know a guy named street.

- Yo, you said street?

- Yeah.

- I know him.

- For real?

- Yeah.

And I know somebody who
can get in touch with him.

Let me call my friend vinny real quick.

- Okay.

Appreciate it.

- Yo.

I hear you looking for street.

- Yeah.

For what?

- Apparently he my grandfather.

- Your grandfather?

What's your name, man?

Zaire?

- Yeah.

- Oh man.

Come on, man, get your
ass in the car, let's go.

Goddamn.

Oh.

- You're family boy.

What you doing around here, man?

- Shoot.

Guess I'm going to H now.

- All right, man.

Go holler at your
grandfather, just run it back.

- Appreciate the ride.

- It's all good.

- Hi, welcome.

You must be Zaire.

Street's expecting you.

- Look at you, boy.

Man, you look good, man.

Last time I saw you, you was yea high, man,

now look at you, all grown up.

Big and strong.

- Glad one of us remember each other

'cause I damn sure don't remember you.

- So you obviously have some animosity

but we've got to get
something straight, man,

we gonna start this off the right way.

And we gonna start off with respect.

And the first thing you
need to know about respect

is that if you don't give
it, you're not gonna get it.

So let that be your last motherfucking time

you ever curse me.

- I got respect, believe that.

Look how you living.

See where I stay, where my momma stay,

bumfuck nowhere in Mississippi

in a shack, eating sardines and shit,

not knowing when you're
gonna have your next meal.

And we're talking about respect.

Where the hell you been the last 20 years?

- Man, let me tell you
something about life, man.

Life ain't easy.

And it ain't just black
and it ain't just white.

There's a lot of gray in the middle.

And that's probably the
things you don't understand

when it comes to your mother, your father

or even when it come to me.

But look, the one thing
we can't change is the past.

But what we can do is work on the future.

And the future is this.

You 'bout to be living here now.

So here's a key to the crib.

That's the key to the car.

- And what about my mom?

I can't leave her out
there, what about her?

- Man, let's get this straight, man.

Your moms broke ties with me.

But that's for another day.

Right now, uncle P already on top of it.

We gonna do everything we
can to get out this situation.

And in the meantime,

I've got a job for you at the pharmacy

until I can get you enrolled in TSU.

- Hold on, man.

Moving a little too fast,

talking about school,
work, job at the pharmacy.

- Yeah, my pharmacy.

- All right.

- All right.

I'm sure you're tired, man.

Yeah, well, Ella gonna show
you where your room is, man.

Get you some rest.

And I'll talk to you
tomorrow in the morning.

- All right.

Dear momma.

Writing to let you know I made it.

I'm all right.

And you gonna be all right too.

It's always just been us.

Me, you against the world

and it's gonna always be that way.

I'm going to do everything and anything

to get you out of there, I promise.

I still remember everything you taught me.

You don't mess with them people,

so I don't mess with them people,

no matter how welcoming they act.

I know you sent me here

to be with someone I'm supposed to trust.

But how can I trust or love someone

who's never tried to reach out to me

and they supposed to be my family?

Nothing in this world could
keep me away from my sun.

I'm sorry you in there,
ma, but I got you, I promise.

Love you, ma, Zaire.

- Hello.

Who is this?

- This is your pop, street.

- Wait, what?

Ain't you locked up?

How the hell you get my number?

- Oh, first of all, man,

I got your number from your grandfather.

Pen or no pen,

I got access to whatever
I want in here, man.

- Well, if that's the case,

you would have came around
a whole lot sooner than I was.

- Look, son, I know it's a lot of things

you don't understand about
me and your momma, man.

But if you give me a
little chance to explain.

- Look, man, I ain't got
time right now, all right?

I got to get back to
doing what I've been doing

since you walked out.

That's taking care of me and my momma.

- All right, Zaire, I hear you, I get it.

Well, later man.

You know what I mean?

Just know I love you.

- Yeah.

- Aww, poor, poor baby got
to clean the shit house too.

Mondays and Wednesdays is on me,

but Tuesdays and Thursdays, your go.

- Why I got a feeling
it don't look like this

on Mondays and Wednesdays?

- I might have had some
authentic Mexican, but so what?

Now I don't even know
what you in here for anyway.

Rich as your granddaddy is,

ain't no way I'd be working a job.

- I don't need no nigga taking care of me.

Take care of my damn self, believe that.

- Oh, excuse me, big gangster.

Didn't know you was so sensitive.

- Look, Brian, I know you
think you're a comedian.

Now not the time, man, you ain't funny.

- Okay, my bad.

Look, just messing with you, man, cheer up.

Look, the dudes just came in

with the deliveries for the day.

So I'm going to go stock
the shelves for them.

Dope fiends.

You the shit, literally.

- Hey. - 'Sup, man?

Can I get your name?

- Trevors.

- Trevors? - Yes.

- Is that one word, Trevors?

Oh, okay, let me see.

Oh, I got you here, Mr. Trevors.

I see you.

What you been doing, Shawn Michaels?

You've been laying that sweet chin music.

All right.

Look you got something right here

that is going to take care
of that jock itch for you.

Yeah, you've been laying that white wood

in the caucasoid mountains, haven't you?

Yeah, look, here you go, take it.

Make sure you use enough,
but don't use too much, man.

Weed worm might fall off.

Have a good one.

All right.

Mr. Jenner, Mrs. Caitlyn
or whatever your name is.

- Pick up for Michelle.

- Pick up for Michelle.

Let me pick something up off of you.

Look at you, baby.

- Boy, stop playing with me, I'm married.

I'm just here to pick up my prescription.

- Well, you can't be happily married

'cause ain't no way your husband

about to send you up here
by yourself to pick up nothing.

Look, don't be looking back there.

He work for me.

I ain't. - Nobody worry about him.

- You ain't worry about him,
well, I'm worried about you.

Look. - I'm off work.

- Yeah, whatever.

Ay, look, you know how much
money pharmacists make?

I'm telling you make good
money, you know what I mean?

You won't even have to rub your stomach,

I pay somebody to do that for you.

Let me unzip that zipper right there,

see what our baby look like

through yo belly. - I'm tired.

I know you're tired.

I know you're tired
of being tired, all right.

Yo, what's good, Biggs?

- What's good, Zaire?

Shit, the same old shit.

You already know what it is.

How you holding down
up there in the crooked?

- Man, now you know

ain't nothing happening
out here in Mississippi.

Streets dryer than them
Popeyes biscuits, man.

Ain't nothing going on but the bills.

- Well, P, I got a little
play out here in the H

if you trying to get your
pockets wet, you feel me?

Just let me know.

- Oh yeah?

Well, send me a bus ticket, man,

you know I'll come out
there and fuck with you.

Shit, you already
know what it is, man.

Ay, we're moving up like the Jeffersons.

Ain't about to do no damn bus ticket,

I got a first class
flight for you, my nigga.

- No shit, a plane?

Nigga, I ain't never
been on no plane, bitch.

- I said a lot of shit
changes for the better, Biggs,

believe that.

You feel me?

Shit.

- Oh yeah, we on some 50 cent shit now,

"get rich or die trying."

- I guess we finna get rich, then,

'cause I ain't tryin' to die nigga.

- Well hurry yo ass up.

Make sure your bags packed.

You feel me?

- Bet.

All right, say less.

All right.

- See, I told you, man, uncle Pete

got the whole situation under control now.

- Look, my colleagues highly
recommended this law firm.

Group of brothers, some
motherfucking pit bulls.

Zaire, just got to trust us.

Your mom is in good hands.

- So, see, we had to hire some local cats

'cause they know the legal terrain.

You know what I'm saying? - Peace, street.

'Sup, baby?

- Sonny, what's good, man? - Big Pete.

- 'Sup, motherfucking bobo. - Boom, baby.

Boom, baby.

- Man, it's so good to see your ass.

- Ain't shit, bro.

I just want to thank you

for that motherfucking
deal you got me, my nigga.

- Man, I wish I could have just done more.

Hell, your ass should have
been home before covid.

- It's all good, my p, man.

You know god work in his own time, man.

Excuse me, though.

Little homie, what's up, baby?

- My apologies, my apologies.

This is my nephew,
street's grandson, Zaire.

- Man, I knew your motherfucking
ass looked familiar, nigga.

I'm uncle Sonny bobo, nigga.

- Okay.

- Your ass was little.

You stayed tugging up
my motherfucking pants,

following me the fuck around.

I couldn't keep you out
my backseat, little nigga.

It's good to have your ass
back home, man, for real bro.

- Good to be here.

Shit, I'm not even one of them.

I ain't look right, right now.

- You home, bro.

It's nothing, bro.

This what me and your pop rock.

Straight up, you here bro.

We gonna get to all that, man.

But uncle p, old man.

Now you sure this shit
ain't gonna come back

and bite me in my ass, bro?

- Sonny, all you got to do
is lay low, chill the fuck out,

listen to street and enjoy

all this legal success that we're having.

- I sure hope you're
right, uncle Pete, man,

'cause the only way I'm
going back to that motherfucker

is in a box, baby.

For real, for real.

- Sonny, don't do no Sonny bobo shit.

Just chill the fuck out.

- It's all good, man, well shit, man.

I'ma let y'all players
get back to that business.

- All right.

- My man, bet, deserving my attention, man.

Out that motherfucking can, man,

I don't fuck with y'all, man.

- Sonny, stay low.

- Oh man, uncle Sonny
kind of cool and shit.

- Sonny is a good dude.

But Zaire, be careful.

Sonny bobo is a dangerous dude.

But getting back to what
we were talking about.

Hey, I need you to remember everything

about your momma's case.

Was she in danger?

Was she in immediate danger?

How often was she being beaten?

Your momma's facing life in prison.

- What's the service announcement, nigga?

The motherfucking legend,
the og, Sonny bobo home, nigga.

Where you at, nigga?

Street, where you at, nigga?

Y'all know what time it is.

We 'bout to turn this bitch up

to the motherfucking Max, nigga.

- Sonny bobo.

- Og.

- Good to see you, boy.

Good to see you.

Glad to have you back.

- What up, man?

- I heard you was back in town.

I figured it'd be a matter of time

before we run into each other.

- High definition, man.

See you still out here playing bluff.

- You know me.

And if you know me, you know me.

Straight up.

- You know all the real
motherfuckers know me.

Look man, I know you're back.

I got to tell you this.

You got to play your role down here.

These young roaches
out here in these streets

is real dangerous, bruh.

- Until I said, why you tripping, man?

Man, I heard there was a new spot,

I knew you had your hand in
the motherfucking cookie jar.

- Sonny motherfucking bobo, my nigga.

I heard you was home, nigga.

- Hey, what's good, baby?

- Nah, dog, you good, nigga,
you're looking good, player.

- What's the blessing is

to see y'all players still running shit.

Yes sir,
looking good, looking good.

- One thing about sugar,

I know how to get a tip from a bitch.

- That's for damn sure.

That's for damn sure.

Hey, Sonny.

Check this out, player.

I'm gonna get back over here on this door

work this motherfucking door.

Let you brothers get reacquainted.

All right, now.

All right, black man, I'ma holler at you.

All right, sugar.

Hey, you know me.

I'm the type of nigga'd
knock a nigga the fuck out.

- That nigga knock
four niggas out last week

with one motherfucking punch.

- Come on, man.

You see how big he is.

- You hired him.

He's your boy. - Big motherfucker.

He ate like nine pieces last week.

- Come on, man.

- Shit.

- He eat a motherfucker
out of house and home.

- Big guy.

- Yeah.

- Hold up, hold up,
hold up, hold up, hold up,

the baddest bitch I've seen
in my motherfucking life,

the baddest bitch walking

but she ain't from motherfucking Miami.

Stormy, what the fuck we doing?

Stop playing with these
basic assholes, let's go.

- Look at that motherfucker right there.

Lord have mercy.

Lord have mercy.

God damn.

That's stormy right there.

Look at the body on that bitch.

Fit so pretty, looking like tax free money.

Lord Jesus.

Look at that ass on her.

You know what we call asses like that?

Water toucher.

- Who now?

- Water toucher.

That's when that ass is so
motherfucking big and fat,

sit on a toilet seat, touch
the motherfucking toilet water.

- Not the motherfucking water.

- Lord Jesus, lord.

- Come on, come on. - She won't come

nowhere motherfucking near me.

I done tried to pay her rent, cable, debt,

her motherfucking income tax, everything.

- Come on.

- She ain't give me no
pussy to save my life.

- It's all good.

- Tell you something, boy.

Don't let that pretty face fool you.

That motherfucker right
there's a real gangster

with a capital G.

- Damn right.

- That's up.

See that motherfucker right there?

That's one of my best dancers.

That's sexy red right there.

All the tricks lose they mind

for that sexy red motherfucker.

- Who them young niggas with her, though?

- Oh, them niggas ain't shit.

The niggas beside her
that nigga name is quick.

Supposed to be a pimp but
you know these young niggas,

they ain't pimps.

More like his little girlfriend,
you know what I'm saying?

Nigga right beside him, that's junior,

that nigga's a shooter.

The word on the street
is that motherfucker

puts in a lot of work.

So if you gonna be around,
hanging around them niggas,

keep an eye on them.

You know what I'm saying?

- Let me tell you something, og.

I ain't never been worried
about no nigga, you know that.

- Hey, that's my little homie
right there, that's Poochie.

Okay.

- He like the club mascot.

He the only little young
nigga I let hang around me.

He a real good kid.

Real respectful.

He ain't no into no ho shit.

You know what I'm saying?

That's sexy red little cousin.

I keep the little nigga around me.

You know the streets is real dangerous.

Maybe he'll listen to me.

Share some words with
him, give him some guidance.

Maybe one day he'd be a boss.

- That's og business.

Straight up.

- Sir, yes sir.

Yeah. I forgot you was a shooter.

You like to shoot.

Listen, bruh,

don't start no shit in
here tonight, all right?

All right.

- What in the fuck is going on?

- Og, we got a problem.

- Yeah, big problem.

- Big, big problem.

- Yeah, big problem.

- You know the feature bitch?

She pulled the stripper shit.

- Yeah, the bitch can't come.

- She can't make it, bro.

She pulled the classic strip bitch shit.

- Shut. - Say her dog die.

Her baby had this, that.

- Shut the fuck up.

Shut the fuck up.

Say hi to my homeboy
right here, Mr. Sonny bobo.

- Nice to meet y'all.

- Momo. - Nice to meet you.

- Bobo.

- Bobo.

- Pay attention, nigga.

Now look, if you don't see me up front

or in the back or I'm gone,

y'all make sure this
motherfucker right here taken care.

You understand?

- No problem.

- No problem, none.

- Now about that feature dancer.

We got a lot of bad bitches in sugars.

One monkey don't stop
no show, you understand?

So elevate.

- Elevate?

- You mean like pick a bitch up?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Y'all two of the dumbest
motherfuckers I've met in my life.

If y'all wasn't family,

I swear to god I'd fire you motherfuckers.

Elevate, elevate that means
pick another feature dancer.

- Oh.

- Feature dancer.

Whatever.

- You know what?

Get the fuck out of here.

Go on, get the fuck out.

- Welcome to the greatest show on earth.

Y'all know what motherfucking time it is.

Dj xo, the greatest in
the motherfucking world.

Y'all know we ain't about
to play in this motherfucker.

Not tonight.

Nigga make sure you got your
motherfucking money, nigga.

Let's go.

Hey, I need to talk to you.

- What's up wit it?

- Nigga, you ain't tell me you
was gonna smoke old buddy.

What the fuck?

- Homie, you can hold this shit for me.

Bitch, a player ain't got to
tell you everything I do, man.

That shit was necessary.

- Necessary?

I thought if I ain't make
money, it ain't make sense.

- Nah, this what happened.

Motherfucking player think they know more

than the coach who's calling the plays.

This what the fuck I do, man.

Look, man, I'll buy you a new Chanel bag,

so let me do this shit.

Let your boy get to work.

- Yeah.

Ooh, what's the vibe?

Don't bring that.

Now that's what you call interpretation.

- Where's my money?

- Hell if I know.

You better check your
motherfucking bank account.

- Oh, no, no, no.

You've been here making it rain

and ain't even straighten me out?

Nigga, I want my money.

- Hey, stormy, go on with that shit.

I told you I fucking got you and I do.

Stop fucking tripping.

- Nigga, when?

- When?

When I feel like it, bitch.

Get your feet

and beat the concrete.
- A stupid ass motherfucker.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Fuck with me, you get security.

- Man, what your ugly ass up to?

- Not shit.

Tired of this ho ass building.

- Shit.

You might as well quit this hole.

- Quit?

And do what?

Work a lame ass job like my momma do?

Work for these white people?

Nah, I ain't doing that shit.

- Bruh, you smart.

You might as well just
go to school or some shit.

Bruh, I'm not telling you be Autumn.

Shit, why you just can't do you?

- Well maybe this is me, Poochie.

Rachel the ho.

- Cuz, you ain't no ho.

You a hustler.

Damn, you the baddest bitch in the family.

And you my favorite cousin.

Now you know what time it is, bro.

- Now you always find a
way to put a smile on my face.

Here, let me go back and make this money.

But for real, Poochie,

listen to me, these streets
out here ain't good for nobody.

Be careful out here.

I love you, for real.

- I love you too, cuz.

- Yeah, shake that monkey.

Pop it, pop it, pop it.

- Hey, hey, hey.

I spent a lot of goddamn money in here.

- Say, player.

Hey, hey, hey, say, player.

Say, trick daddy, trip daddy,

whatever the fuck your name is, nigga.

You done ran out of paper, nigga?

- I ain't got no more motherfucking money.

- You ain't got no money.

Well, nigga, you can't get
the wobble, wobble, nigga.

- Man we come up here, I just.

- Wobble, wobble

then you gotta have paper. - I spent

a lot of goddamn money in here.

- Yeah. Nigga, the door.

- Goddamn, come on man.
- I'ma bring your ass.

- You're gonna do me like this?

- Love you like a play cousin,

but you got to get the
fuck on up out of here.

Now come on, baby.

Come on, baby, let's go.

Nah nigga, don't be trying to kiss a nigga.

- I ain't trying to kiss a nigga.

- Come on now, come on,
come on, come on, baby.

- Kinfolk, kinfolk, what the
fuck you got going on, bro?

- Shit, nigga I'm just out here pimping.

I got a little thing, thing.

I'm about to go give
that thing, thing, too.

- Man, listen, dog.

You good, my nigga,

or you need me to get
you a ride or something?

- Man, I don't need no help,

I got this man. - Come on, man.

- Man, we ain't going to
leave you out there like this.

- Just leave.

Go inside, do your thing, I'm
going to do my thing, nigga.

- Kinfolk, look at me.

You good or not?

- Shit, I'm good.

- I'm telling you it's my b-day.

I'm gonna go in there and kick my shit.

You good?

- He ain't good.

- Nah, he hey, hey, hey.

Hey, he stay doing this shit.

Hey man, don't get your
ass fucked up or nothing.

- I ain't never get fucked up.

- Ayo.

Man, that's real fucked up
how you trying to play me.

You doing some real bad business, dawg.

Nigga, you in there throwing bags?

Ain't even get me mine yet, the fuck?

- Bitch, I'ma get yours now, motherfucker.

Got me fucked up with that shit.

Bitch, stormy, you fucking stabbed me.

The fuck?

- Man, let me get a double
shot of casamigo on the rocks.

- Give me a double shot
of your ID on the rocks.

Lil musty fucker.

- Man, you know goddamn
well I ain't got no ID, bro.

- Wow, you want a drink?

I got a drink for you.

You want some milk?

You want some cookies?

You want a hug?

Get the fuck away from my bar,

little motherfucker. - Y'all trick, watch.

- Cornell?

- What?

- Let the young man have
a drink, man, it's on me,

all right, I got it.

- Tell you what, tbac come in
here and they give you a fine,

it ain't gonna be on me.

You understand what I'm saying to you?

Don't know why you even
like this little motherfucker.

Here, little nigga.

He tired of me.

- Fuck you, you mop head motherfucker.

- Hey, hey, stop that shit.

- Say, you.

Come here, say you something, come here.

Like what, man?

- Mona still got that Booty over your head?

I think that little boy yours.

- Why don't you mind your business?

Corny ass Cornell,

with them thick ass
fucking glasses you got on.

That's why I put your
ass way back in the back,

you crazy motherfucker.

- Fuck you too, nigga.

You almond head motherfucker.

- Damn, sis?

- Poochie, what the fuck?

- How you finna go a whole
Jose Altuve on a nigga, man.

It be them quiet
motherfuckers you got to watch.

- What you doing?

It's five o'clock in the morning
and you just getting home?

- Maybe bro.

- Damn, how much weed you smoke?

You stink.

And I bet you was at the club
with quick and Rachel, huh?

Pooch, how many times
I got to tell you that club

ain't no place for a 16-year-old boy to be?

What's wrong with you?

- Autumn, what's wrong with you?

You just hating on me
'cause your little brother

going hard and you out
here in these streets bruh.

Stop hating.

- Hating? - Hating.

- Boy, ain't nobody hating on you

and your little hood rat friends, Pullard.

What kind of big sister would I be

if I ain't look out for you?

Look, I don't want what happened to daddy

to happen to you, all right?

You know the streets
don't care about nobody.

You be out all hours of the
night hanging with people

who ain't moving right.

And I'ma check Rachel ass

for letting you hang
out at that club with her.

Pooch, you smart as fuck.

Why are you wasting the
mind god blessed you with?

- What the hell?

Why the hell is my damn door unlocked?

- I don't know, ma.

Probably because your favorite child

left it open when he was
stumbling in this house

smelling like a pound of herb.

- And my vase?

- Ma, I'm so sorry.

I came in, it was dark,
I couldn't see nothing,

you know what I'm saying?

So I bumped into your vase.

I'm so sorry, ma, you know
your favorite son got you.

- Boy, you a charmer just like your daddy.

Be careful next time.

I love you.

- I love you too.

- Look, I'm going back to bed.

I got class in two hours.

- You ate something?

- Some bullshit. - No.

- And oh I see granddaddy warbucks

done took you to the middle of the mall.

- That hate don't look
good on you, you feel me?

You know he ain't did shit for me.

Spoiled from the oil if
you know what I mean.

- Look, nigga.

Let me tell you something.

You got a misconception about h-town.

See, shit might seem smooth out here,

but it's grimy as fuck.

So watch yourself

'cause a lot of niggas done
came up missing for lesser.

- Really preaching to the choir.

I ain't worried about none of that.

Actually, what I'm worried
about is you see that time?

Time to go make some real money.

Clock out.

Don't forget to lock the door.

- First of all, don't ever touch me again.

And your jacket stink.

Can't even let nobody wear this no more.

Funky ass nigga, how you fresh and funky?

- I heard you got some
shit in here belong to me.

So this how we gonna
start our relationship off?

I open my doors to you
and then you steal from me?

- Look, I got to do what I got to do

to provide for me and my momma.

I got to undo the shit
that I got my momma into.

- What you got her into?

- She not the one who killed Joe.

- So you telling me you
a killer, a liar and a thief?

Look, son, I don't care what the reason is.

It's two things I don't
fuck with, liars and thieves.

- You ain't got to worry
about dealing with me.

Shit, I don't trust you, I
don't trust none of y'all.

I've been providing for me and my momma.

- I hear you, tough guy.

You gonna need that.

That's the last shit you getting from me.

Fucking thief.

The irony of life.

Seems like uncle Sonny and
I have been on parallel paths

ever since we both came back to Houston.

We both hit an all time
low at the same time.

He was running out of money

same time I was running out of product.

And we both had that same smell.

And you know what they
say the smell of desperation

is the worst Cologne.

Look, what we doing, nigga?

5,000, 10,000, 20,000, 30,000.

Let's go, I fuck around

and come out my shirt
in this motherfucker nigga.

Let's go nigga.

- Ay, twin, come here.

- Which one? - Which one?

- It don't fucking
matter, man, both of y'all.

- Bro, this could be bad.

- Just talk to your boy.

- What we doing?

What it do, quick?

- Y'all niggas weird as fuck.

Hey man, who that bald
head nigga over there, man?

That nigga rocking that AP.

I've seen that nigga here
like two, three weeks, man.

- Oh him?

Oh yeah, that's bobo.

- Nah, nigga. Sonny bobo.

- Hold on, hold on, hold on.

Nigga named bobo?

No, Sonny bobo.

- Whatever man.

Hey, what that nigga got going?

- So you know that sugar slim boy?

- Yeah, slim's boy.

- Yeah.

All right man, get y'all ass
on some where, y'all good.

- Yo boy.

- You gonna stop letting him
talk to you like a bitch, bro,

I'ma tell you, quick always
be handling you, bro.

That gonna turn you like a bitch.

- Well, I'm just trying to tell
you, that's what happened.

- Man, that's what happened, bro.

It was you.

- Hey.

You want a dance, daddy?

- No, I'm good, baby.

I don't really do dancing like that.

I'm good.

- Well, you know this
is a strip club, right?

We dance, you tip.

I mean, unless you trying
to do something else.

You could pay my tip out

and we can go and get some real fun.

- No, I'm cool, bitch.

I've been waiting on you to come over

the whole motherfucking week.

You know what I'm saying?

I ain't got no business with you.

I'll pay your motherfucking tip out

but that nigga over there that
been watching me all night,

that's who I want.

Tell him to come here.

- Aw shit, nigga.

Hide your bitch, hide your ho.

Quick in the motherfucking building.

- Damn, bitch, you look like

you just seen a ghost or some shit.

- All right, well, that nigga over there

said he want to talk to you.

- What's up with it, nigga?

I heard you looking for me.

- Shit.

Yeah, I've been watching
your moves, young nigga.

See how that po pimping.

I'm not saying crumb
hustling robbing niggas, man,

I know where that real check at, though.

- Fuck you talking about, old ass nigga?

Ain't nobody out here
robbing shit but a bitch's heart.

- It's cool, I fucked up.

I don't talk about but a
mill don't sound like shit

to you rich niggas, I see, huh?

- Half a ticket?

Nigga what the fuck you talking about?

- Talking about in and
out, easy work, baby.

Yeah.

- I'm listening.

- So that nigga wolf.

Straight up, man.

We gonna spot it.

Where he keep it at.

You know what I'm saying?

When the nigga bitch leave.

- Oh shit.

- Man, speaking of sports,

you heard about what them rockets did, man?

- Man, what?

What they do, man?

- Them trade away all their best players.

Cp3, Capela, harden.

And they even got rid of PJ
Tucker around here, man.

Ain't no loyalty in this shit.

- Ain't no different than them Texans, man.

You see they got rid of de-hop and JJ watt?

- Damn, I ain't know that.

- Man, them stupid motherfuckers cut JJ

and ain't get shit back.

- Yeah, straight jacked how it is.

Shit, speaking of, y'all
heard about old wolf?

- Yeah, hold on, hold on.

Nigga wolf with all the money?

- Nigga wolf that used
to have all the money.

They found him and his safe naked.

- No shit?

- Yeah.

Said they took him down like Chris brown.

Shit, from what I hear, he wasn't no angel.

- Damn right, he wasn't no angel.

Foul ass nigga got me one time,

sold me a pound of oregano and bay leaf.

Old ass nigga.

Man, he deserve that shit.

- Ain't no fun when the rabbit got the gun.

- What's that old shit you saying, dog?

- Man, this some good ass scotch, boy.

Sure appreciate it.

- Street, only the best
for you, my brother.

- So, man, tell me what's
happening, man, what's good?

- Me and you in the business

before your homeboy Sonny bobo came home.

- What happened?

- That nigga out here fucking up.

I mean fucking up.

He out here robbing, stealing, killing.

He doing everything that we don't stand on.

That boy's name ringing
through the barbershop,

through the DA's office.

You gonna have to calm
him down or lay him down.

- Sir, sorry to bother you,
Sonny Bobo's here to see you.

- I know you hitting that motherfucker.

Where you order that
motherfucker for a grind, brother?

- Nah nigga, she good people, bro.

Motherfucking team player,

unlike somebody around here, man.

Nigga, you on some Dennis Rodman shit, bro.

- Hold on, bro, ain't
nothing weird about me

and I damn sure ain't wearing
no motherfucking dress.

- Well nigga, you out
here being rebellious,

going against the motherfucking grain dawg.

Nigga while you was gone, bro,

I built something big bro

and all I ask you was one
motherfucking thing dawg.

Threw you money, everything.

I said, niggas, don't
motherfucking cause no distractions,

lay low, nigga.

And you couldn't even do that bro.

You couldn't even do that man.

Now you out here robbing
and killing niggas and shit.

But guess what, you
want to be in the streets?

You want to be in the
motherfucking streets, nigga?

Well guess what, I'm finna give you

the motherfucking golden ticket.

All the motherfucking
dope you can sell nigga,

so you ain't got to run
around here robbing nobody.

All the motherfucking drink, pills,

everything out the pharmacy, bro.

Since that's what you wanna do.

But guess what, guess what, nigga,

I'm telling you right now dawg,

I don't want to hear nothing else

about no motherfucking killing, no robbing,

no cutting no drink, nothing nigga,

that's going to cause no
motherfucking attention

and fucking nothing up out here for me.

- Shit, I'm out the way, bro.

- And guess what.

My little hard head ass grandson,

for some goddamn reason,

he want to be in the
motherfucking jungle too.

- I got it though.

- Well, if he's gonna be out there,

he might as well be with you.

- Word, I got him.

- Brother, make some room in there for me.

- Hey man, check this out, man,

everybody here unique, man.

You know what I mean?

We all got roles to play, man.

I need you niggas to play these roles, man,

straight up, man.

Quick and junior, man,
y'all the south side, man.

Since y'all love being in
the jungle so much, man,

y'all keep the jackals and
the niggas in line, man,

we need that.

Stormy, I been peeping you

and I see how you locking
these strip clubs down.

You know what I mean?

Man, if it's a bitch or a trick

buying motherfucking Xanax,
they need to be fucking with us.

You feel me?

- Oh yeah, we gonna get to this money.

- Okay, okay.

Little pooch.

You one of the rowdiest young niggas

in these streets right now, man.

You know what I'm talking about?

So let them young niggas
know, man, we got it, got it, baby.

For real, for real.

Zaire, Biggs, y'all smugglers, man.

Y'all state to state with this shit, man.

That's why I fuck with y'all, you feel me?

Hey, man, we got all
the motherfucking pills,

all the motherfucking drink
you want, straight up, man.

But I got one rule, man.

Hold up, B, hold up, B.

I got one rule, man.

Don't cut my shit, man.

You know what I'm saying?

I'ma say it for y'all again

so nobody can't can't act
like that ain't hear this shit.

You feel me?

Don't cut this drink, man.

Our name is all we got in these
motherfucking streets, man,

we got to stand on this shit, man.

- I ain't going to cut your shit.

I'ma barre, baby.

- Okay, okay, poochie.

Okay.

I'ma see, baby.

But check this out man, any questions?

- Yeah, I got one.

Why the fuck is this silver
spoon ass nigga here, man?

This nigga ain't from around here, man.

I don't know this nigga.

- Just like you said, you
don't know me, nigga,

ain't shit sweet over here.

Watch that tone when you talking 'bout me.

- Man, shut yo country ass up man.

Ay man, I ain't feeling
this nigga being here man.

- Say, say, say, say, say, quick.

This my team, quick.

And you gonna either ride
with this shit or get rolled over.

But with or without you,
baby, this shit going down.

You know what I mean?

That's what's up man.

All right, bro, I'm down, fuck that.

- Let's get this paper on.

- Let's get it on.

That what I'm talking about, neph.

- Hey, man, I know one thing,

next rip you need to get central air

in this motherfucker or something.

- Hey, bro. Ain't your name Zaire?

- Yeah, what's good?

- Shit, my name poochie.

- What's good, my homes?

- Nothing bro.

Man, don't even worry
about that nigga, quick bro.

For real.

That nigga fuck with my kinfolks bruh.

That nigga a ho man.

He's in them, not on them.

For real.

- Up here, p.

- For real. - Shit.

How old you is little nigga?

- I'm just 16, you hear me?

But shit, I makes it
happen, though, for real.

- I feel that.

I'm just saying stay in my
own Lane, you feel me?

I know how to deal with niggas like him.

- Man, that nigga been like that, though,

since he was in school, bro.

Man, they say bro

set up a whole play on
the candy ladder, man.

Cold-blooded, man.

Quick get money though, you feel me?

But he one of them niggas
that ain't even it for the money.

He in it for all the wrong shit.

Man, my og telling me he
don't even trust niggas like him.

So I don't even trust him.

Feel that.

- But one thing I do know, though,

if he keep putting his hands on my cousin,

I'ma smoke his bitch ass.

- For real?

Shit.

- Hey, look, that's your drop top outside?

- Hell yeah.

- Man, I'll ride with you.

I was going to get an uber.

- Shit, come on then.

- Can we smoke in that bitch?

- Hell yeah.

- So I pull up to granny.

She begin the game I usually,
you know what I'm saying?

Like 100 tabs and like 50 narcos.

- Yeah.

- You feel me?

So then the old bitch like,
"that's all you need, bae?"

You know me, I ain't even worry about it.

I'm like, ma'am, yes ma'am.

Then the ho get to taking
off her moo, moo or whatever

the fuck she talking about, bro, I'm like.

- The fuck is a moo, moo?

- I don't know, man, but she
was finer than a motherfucker.

So I'm like, damn, Ms.
Mary, you finer than a bitch.

You feel me?

So she like, let me see
that little thing, let me see,

make it stand up for me. - Oh my gosh, bro.

- So I'm with the shit.

This ho pull out her dentures.

For real.

- Hold on, so what you did next?

- Man, I got out that ho like
they were shooting at me, boy.

I ain't been back since, though.

And I won't go back.

That's why I'm happy
we got this pill plug man

'cause I got all of eight of Houston.

So.

- All right, bro. I'm finna
lace you up on the whole city.

You got the north side and the south side.

The north side them niggas
ain't normal over there, bro.

Them niggas get money but
you might just get your ass robbed

broad day out there.

The south side it's a little more chill,

you know what I'm saying?

People go to the club
and sit out there to us

and most of all the hot shit at.

But don't think that shit sweet

'cause you will get your
ass robbed over there too.

You feel me?

Then you got third ward where I'm from.

That's where all the legends born at.

Like big Moe, rip, and the
momma off, "the Cosby show."

It's a lot of hustlers out there

but don't sleep out there

'cause you will get your
ass robbed out there too.

Then, last, you got the galleria area.

That's where most of all the nice shit is.

You know what I'm saying?

That's where like all the hustlers and shit

who done made it out the
trenches and shit move to

and all the bad bitches and shit.

You feel me?

But don't think shit's
sweet out there either

'cause you will get your
ass robbed out there too.

You know what I'm saying?

So, basically, what I'm trying to tell you

is anywhere you go out here,
you will get your ass robbed.

So don't fuck with these people, bro.

You fuck with the right niggas.

Aww, shit, here come my sister.

- Your sister?

- Sis, you need help?

- Pullard, what it look like?

- It look like your ass need help.

Hold on, let me call AAA right quick

'cause you know mom threw me on their plan

with roadside assistance.

And that's better than that
cheap bad cricket shit you got.

That shit like $0.75 a month.

- Poochie, you play too much.

- His strong ass got you, I
got to get my shit anyway.

- So where you want me to put these?

- You can put them over there.

- All right.

- Thank you.

- Yeah.

So my name is Zaire.

Everybody call me Zar.

What's your name?

- Autumn.

It was nice meeting you, Zaire.

- It's nice to meet you too.

So you sure you don't need help

with putting these groceries up?

Well, you can put me to work.

- I think I got it.

- All right.

If you say so.

So what do you do?

- Excuse me?

- Like what do you do?

Like, do you work, go to school?

- I go to school at TSU.

- Oh really?

Yeah.

- I'm going there next year.

- You?

- Yeah.

- Hanging with my little brother?

All right.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Don't get me confused with them now.

If anything, I'm mentoring him, all right.

I'm 20.

I'm going up there, to
make sure to study law

to get my momma, I
mean to be like my uncle.

- Okay, a lawyer, huh?

- Yeah.

Thurgood Marshall school of law.

Named after the first
black supreme court justice.

Yeah, I ain't like these little

other niggas that you used to.

- Okay, nice, we need more black attorneys,

especially with how these
cops been treating us.

- You definitely right about that.

Here you go.

- Thank you.

- Yeah.

So what's your major?

- Early childhood development.

- Really?

- Yes, I want to be a teacher.

- Okay.

- So most of the issues in the community

with crime and poverty
begin in the education system.

So the goal is to open up my own school.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- Look at her.

Smart, beautiful.

Single?

I'm just saying, pretty amazing.

- Thank you, that's really kind of you.

- Yeah.

So look, I ain't really from around here.

Seeing as you from
Houston we both tigers now.

Just seeing if maybe
you can show me around.

- No.

Only one of us is a tiger right now.

- I'm just saying.

I won't call you first.

- Don't make me regret this.

- I promise you, you won't.

- Hey, nigga.

I'm about to show you

how to get this motherfucking money, nigga.

- Yeah.

Hey man, but look,
bobo told you stop playing

with the oil though, quick.

- Hey man, I'm tired of your scary ass

keep mentioning that nigga.

Man, I don't give a fuck about
what no bobo talking about.

Nigga, this my show.

Now look, this is what we gonna do.

We gonna take a four out of every pint.

We gonna replace that shit with Cairo.

Every four pints, we got a free pint.

Nigga, we can't lose.

This a money scheme, man.

- Big Moe would roll over in his grave

if he seen us putting Cairo in the drank.

Man, what you got that jacket on for?

It's hotter than a
motherfucker in here, quick.

- Man, shut your ass up, dawg.

- Damn.

Climate control ass nigga.

- Now this the nigga spot I
was telling you about, bro.

- This don't look like much.

- You crazier than a motherfucker.

He mixing up millions, millions.

- Hell nah, millions with an M?

- Yeah.

- How?

- Them niggas started buying bitcoins.

He was like nine-years-old.

That shit like $0.02 a coin.

Now this shit $40,000
a coin so do the math.

- Damn.

All right, let's see what he talking about.

- Man, open the door, man, it's me.

- I know this. - Is the nigga even here?

- Man, we take classes
together back in the day.

Ayo.

What up, my nigga?

Crypto.

What up, my boy?

Hey, man, I got some shit for you, man.

This my boy Zaire.

Zaire, this my boy crypto.

What's up, man?

- Can't right now, broski, got to focus.

- Boy, what the hell is you doing?

- Coding.

These Russians I fuck
with ordered 2,000 profiles.

They already transferred the bitcoin.

Russians don't fuck around, broski.

- Damn, nigga, so you hacking them?

- Look, man, you need us to come back?

'Cause time is money and I
ain't trying to waste on nobody.

- I can walk and chew bubblegum, broski.

What's up?

- Listen, bro, my guy Zaire got a major bag

and he needs somewhere
to hide it away from the laws

and these hating ass
niggas out here, you feel me?

- Well, how big a bag?

- Put it like this.

It's a lot easier to make
money than it is to move it.

- Well, I charge 2%.

This what I can do with your money.

I'll launder it into coinbase

where you can buy and sell bitcoin

and other cryptocurrencies.

Achieve an pair with code that greatly

that can maximize your money

and also have the best
return on your investments.

I know, I'm a genius.

Oh, and you really have bread,

theta coin is really good too.

I don't know if you guys
are getting to the bag

but, as you can see right
here, by next month, it'll bump.

Oh, it's reaching.

It's going.

Just don't forget my 2%.

Or I'll really

hide your money. - Got you, bro.

- You happy?

- Shit, you think I ain't?

Probably didn't think I was gonna get this

after they said how much it cost, huh?

- I mean, we did catch an uber there.

How else were we supposed to get home?

- Shit, you would have uber'd our ass back.

- So I fought for a housing scholarship.

And in the fall, I'll be staying on campus.

I don't have to worry about
my momma or her mouth.

And you can come and
visit whenever you want.

- Okay.

- I love you.

- Can't complain, shit, about that.

Love you too.

Come here.

I'm telling you, UNC.

Poochie was right, they do it nice.

My money untouchable.

Shit, they can't touch anything.

You need to look into that
crypto shit, I'm telling you.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- Shit, ain't gonna lie, nephew.

I got to do some more
research on this shit.

I like to touch my money, man.

You know, I'm an old school nigga.

All this new wave, technology shit

be throwing me for a loop, man.

- They talking 'bout crypto.

Hey nigga, invest into quick coin.

- I know your pops would be proud of you

and the boss you becoming, man.

I know that nigga street is, man.

- Og, baby street.

What up, my nigga?

Damn.

It's like that?

- I'm gone.

- Gone?

- Yeah, I got some plans to make.

- I know you feeling
yourself nowadays, man.

You know, you're the talk of the city.

Baby street this, baby street that.

- Look, my nigga, you
a little slow, probably,

rode the short bus to school.

But let me spell it out
for you, Zaire, za-ire,

that's my name. - My fault, za-ire.

- Yeah.

- Hey, oh man.

I heard you fucking one
of my old bitches, man,

I mean my ex-bitch, you
know what I'm saying?

- One of them niggas, it's all right.

- Me and Autumn go
back, bro, way back, bro.

- Y'all chill out, man, with that bullshit.

Come on quick, man, we ain't trying to hear

none of your war stories, baby.

You know what I'm saying?

Let's count this motherfucking money, man.

- Let's get this. - Some niggas

always worry about
everything but the money, man.

Look, you done ran neph off.

- Baby street.

- Business booming, baby.

- Yeah, you know how I get down.

- Man, we gonna do a lot of
good work with this money, man.

But don't get it twisted.

That ain't why I put you
back in the game, bro.

You know why I did?

'Cause I ain't want to
see you self-destruct.

I put you back in the game

'cause I don't want to
see you out here robbing

and jacking and killing niggas
like these young niggas, bro.

'Cause the minute you start thinking

you're exempt from the fucking game,

that's when it's going
to catch up with you.

- Street, you know how I get out.

I can sell water to a motherfucking whale.

Man, you know this shit.

- But that's what I'm trying
to get through to you, man.

You a motherfucking businessman.

Quit thinking like you a dope dealer, dawg.

That's what niggas get the game twisted.

They think they dope
dealers but they businessmen.

Time for you to elevate your
game and get on something new.

Speaking of the devil, man,

look who walking in the room, man.

This my partner, Moses.

That's who helped me. - I talked with him.

- Yeah, that's who helped
me make my transition.

And that's who gonna help you too.

What's up, man?

- How you doing?

- Good, man.

This Sonny bobo, so. - What's up, big dawg?

- Nice to meet you, king.

- Same here.

- Hey, heard a lot about
you since you touched down.

It's a pleasure to meet you as well.

This movement wouldn't
exist without a soldier like you.

You ever been to the chi?

- Hell yeah, the Nike store.

Them J’s crazy as a motherfucker out there,

but Oprah left that bitch.

Even Kanye west left that motherfucker.

What else out there?

- But it's gonna take
your mindset to change

to do what we finna do.

You with that?

- Born with that.

- Go pack your bags, we leaving in an hour.

- Who?

Who leaving in an hour, street?

You, y'all?

- Nah, nigga, we, as in me, you and Moses.

We all finna fly out there.

- You know I was telling
you 'bout fat from Dallas.

That's my boy right here man.

He plugged in.

- What's good? - What's up?

Sure, sure, nice to meet you, bro.

Shit, what's on your mind though?

- Shit, I got some product.

Just looking to expend.

You feel me?

My shit high quality, believe that.

- So, so, well I can't
really help you right now,

you know, my hands are tied right now

but what I got a partner in that map

I could link you up with.

But pump your brakes though.

You know what I mean?

Like, he ain't a ho ass nigga, bro,

but it a ho ass nigga you got to watch him.

I mean I'm from Dallas.

That's a Dallas nigga.

- Okay, so he be on some grimy shit.

- Definitely.

Very, very grimy, very grimy.

- Okay.

For sure, for sure.

Long as that money green, you feel?

Shit, always, baby.

- Shit, say less.

Shit, you know one of these hoes?

- Man, that's what I'ma do,

I'ma get on one of these freaks.

I'll holler at y'all later on.

For the life of me, man,

I could not understand why
they wanted me in Chicago.

Yeah, I knew this was the birthplace

of some real gangster shit,

but what I didn't know was how
many powerful black movements

started right here.

When I left Chicago, I
knew it was time to change.

Hello.

- This your pop, street.

- I know who this is, what you want?

- We need to finish that
conversation we started, man.

- What conversation is that, man?

'Cause now is not a good time.

- Shit, probably won't
never be a good time, man.

Just like when your mom took off with you

to Mississippi, man, and
didn't let me know nothing.

You know what I mean?

But your grandfather
said she did a good job

taking care of you, man.

So you know, that's what it is.

- He said that?

- Yeah, he said that.

You got a lot of potential, man.

And at the end of the day,

it ain't about me and your mom, man.

It's about you and you
making the right choices.

Look, son, we both know you got

a lot of resentment toward us man

but the resentment you got can't compare

to the love we have.

Whether you like it or not,
you're a part of this family,

you're a Dixon.

Ain't nothing you could
do gonna change that.

The greatest gift a father can give his son

is knowledge that he didn't have.

And my father tried to give it to me

and look what it got me.

You know what I mean?

I should have listened, man.

Just listen to me, Zaire.

- Word.

I got it.

So how you holding up up in there?

- Sonny.

What's good?

- Street, shit coolin' man.

I ain't gonna lie street, man,

the crew been take care of
they motherfucking business man.

You know my birthday coming up baby.

You know what I'm saying?

I'm fresh out that cage.

See if you could get Moses
that Miami trip up, man.

Let's get out there this weekend,

show these boys a good time, man.

- It is your birthday.

You know I love Miami.

Say less, nigga, shit.

- All right, baby, I'm going
to fuck with you later on.

I'm going to hit you up.

- Mia, bet.

- Little homie.

- It took me a while to
come to terms with it, but,

I really want to apologize for my actions.

You know, seeing one side of a story

can really cloud your judgment.

But I just want to thank you, you know,

not only taking me in but
also taking care of my moms.

I really do appreciate you for that.

- Yeah, it take a big man to do that.

Yeah, but you ain't
got to thank me for that.

That's what family do.

And even though me and
your mom got our differences,

she's still family because of you.

I've always loved her because of you.

You know what I'm saying?

And she did a hell of a job
raising you, man, look at you.

- Yeah.

- Yeah, man, you know
what they say about family?

You might always love 'em

but that don't mean you always like 'em.

Well, she did a hell
of a job with you, man.

But I really like you.

I like your style.

I like how you move, man,
you know what I'm saying?

You street with it.

But you smart with it.

And that's that good balance.

- It's funny that you said that.

My pop say he used to say the same thing.

Yeah?

- You know what, when you think about it,

I lied whenever I said that
I didn't remember either.

Didn't you used to have a drop
top brown car or something?

- Man, you remember
that convertible corvette?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Damn, man, I had a
nickname for you back then.

I used to call you shooter.

- Oh, for real?

- Yeah, man, I had a car in the driveway.

Top was down then and
you had this little cap gun,

you been hiding in the front seat.

Every time somebody walked
by, you jump out, bow, bow.

I said, there he go, shooter.

Man, I know you doing your thing right now.

Back then, boy, I used
to raise hell out here, man,

I ain't lying, boy.

- I didn't know. - Cutting up.

Shooter. - Shooter.

I think I embraced baby street though.

Yeah, it's in the family, right?

- That's what's up, right.

Yes, sir.

- Hey, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo.

Before we get too lit in
this motherfucker, man,

before we get too lit,

we gotta give a toast to my uncle.

Right here.

- Man, I appreciate you, neph.

And I appreciate all y'all

coming out here to fuck with me, man.

Most of all, my nigga, Donke.

- Man, thank you, man.

Day one, Sonny bobo, you
know how we've been doing this,

10 years, 15 years running.

You know what we do.

Thank you for the family, y'all
coming out h-town to Miami.

What's up?

Let's turn up, let's do a big salute.

Big toast out to my guy.

- Go get it, man.

- Yeah.

- Let's get it.

H-town shit. - Motherfucking money, man.

- What's up, my nigga?

Homeboy, you look familiar, bro.

You from the h?

- I'm from New Orleans.

I be out there on the reup, though.

- Oh yeah?

Shit, what you got going on, bro?

- Anything that make me money, you heard?

- Yeah, but shit, when
it comes to the juice

and the pills, I'm the man.

- Good on them pills.

I need that drink though.

- That's what I do, drink.

Tap that shit.

- That's the troop?

You got some of this for sale?

- Well, this back in h, though, shit.

But I got this must you need it, my nigga.

- What's the ticket looking like?

- I could do easy, for like 3,000.

- 3,000 for it? - Yeah.

- That's love.

It's 250 a line back in New Orleans.

- Oh, for sure.

We come here to drink,
we come here to drank.

- That what we do, bro.

You got like what's in that cup,

you can have all my money, you heard me?

Shit, I'ma get at least 10 of 'em.

- Shit, say no more.

Matter of fact take my number, bro.

Come on man, I'm where
this shit come from, man.

- Make sure it's like that, though.

They play too many games with that drink.

- Come by h-town.

Don't worry.

- Hey, man, I'm telling I told you, boy.

I told you.

This ain't 'bout no motherfucking bullshit.

Fuck all this shit in here, man.

This shit about paper and power.

Paper, power and politics.

When we unify the black dollar,

that's what the fuck you gonna get.

- I feel all that bro.

The end of the day, though,

I'm just happy to be out
that motherfucking mud.

You know what I'm talking about?

For real, for real.

Yeah.

- It's only just the beginning.

Welcome to the good life.

- Hey, man.

- Hey listen, we all can get money.

I just wish h-town how
blacks stick together

like us Cubans here.

- Real shit.

- Long as we stick
together, build together,

long term wealth is inevitable bro.

When it's all said and
done, we're going to sell that,

kitchen sink, everything else with it.

- All right. - Get money, nigga.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- Damn, that shit fucked
up how y'all niggas left me.

Gone, man.

Leave, bruh.

I know the rules.

Y'all niggas don't want me
take none of y'all bitches.

- Come on, nephew, you 16 neph.

Miami for grown motherfuckers, man.

You couldn't got in nowhere.

You'd have been in the way, neph.

- Y'all niggas still look at me.

- Man, look at this bullshit, man.

This nigga named big D Bone.

- Little nigga, you Richard bone?

- Shoot.

- What little bro,

is you trying to sling that
little third leg or some shit?

- Nah, he ain't got no page.

He one of my biggest Internet tricks.

Ooh.

- Aww, nah.

- Oh, oh, you got to pay to play man.

- Nah, man.

- I'm happy yo ass take crypto.

- I'm blocking you.

I don't want you seeing me.

- Saw her sucking that big ass dildo.

Girl, you nastier than a motherfucker.

- Lame ass nigga, get off my page.

Poochie, I'ma beat your ass.

- Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, man,
y'all calm the fuck down, man.

Y'all focus, man.

Just need to hear these
motherfucking thumbs

counting this money, man.

Y'all tripping, man.

Z and Bigg, man, where y'all shit at, bro?

- We got it, UNC, we just got to

make a quick trip to Dallas real quick.

- But that mean you don't got it.

Y'all know the rules, man.

No money, no honey, baby.

- Oh man.

That's your boy, man.

I told you you don't need
to fuck with this nigga.

Now look at him fucking up already.

- Just need

to go and get it, bro. - Hold on, neph.

He's fucking up just like you.

I had one rule when I
brought you in, quick.

Don't cut my shit, man.

- I don't know what you talking about, jig.

- Okay, that's cool.

Well this my last warning

to you and your little shooter, man.

Y'all keep y'all hand out my shit man.

- Hey, man, let's count this money here.

- Look, I'ma paying you like tonight.

We gonna go handle that business.

Go over to Dallas, me and Biggs.

We get it situated, all right?

- Y'all be careful on that 4-5 man.

- Oh hell nah, hell nah.

Y'all niggas ain't leaving me this time.

- Pooch, come on, let's go, bro.

- Y'all take care of
this little nigga, man.

Hell nah.

- Go get that money, man.

- See, the money up.

Now you think we can get the
ac fixed in this motherfucker?

- Y'all just keep y'all
hands out my shit, man.

- You worried about drugs

and I'm in here sweating my drawers off.

- Man, that's that ho shit, bro.

We come with our shit,
nigga, bobo still talk shit.

His little lame ass
nephew come short, nigga,

it's all good, man.

Fuck that shit, bro.

- Hey, speaking of short, man,

every time when it's time
for me to touch the money,

I ain't getting all I'm
supposed to get, man.

When I'ma touch the rest of my bread?

- Bro nigga, that's 'cause
we partners my nigga.

That mean we 50/50 on
everything that go down, nigga.

So you don't get the bread in increments.

Fuck all that shit.

I got you in one big lump sum, nigga.

- One big lump sum huh?

- Yeah, man, hold on, bro,

this the New Orleans nigga right here bro.

Whaaa, what's up, nigga?

- What's happening?

I'm out here.

Oh, you in h?

- Like the rockets.

Where you at with it?

I'm trying to spend a
little of this loot with ya.

- Man, shit.

What's up?

What you got going?

I got this man.

I got this loot for you.

- Man, ay, I got that Waukesha
on me, nigga, on deck nigga.

You already know what it is.

- Hey, but I don't
really know you like that

besides us kicking it in Florida.

So this how we got to play it.

I got 300,000 in this bag.

From what we spoke on, that
should give me at least 100.

If you can do that,

I'm gonna keep rocking with you, you heard?

But we got to do it at your house.

And when I say your house, I
mean where you lay your head.

I mean where your old lady lay her head.

It's no disrespect.

I'll never just pull up.

I just need some insurance on my money.

- Big homie, last thing
you need to worry about

is some bullshit going on, bro.

We do good business on
this side of town, bro, I got you.

- That's what I like to hear.

Just drop the addy, I'll be over there.

- Bet, but look, you kind
of popped up on me, man,

so I gotta move some shit around though.

But look, give a nigga a second, bro,

I'ma hit your ass right back.

I'm finna get all this
shit in order, nigga,

the play going down bro.

- I'll be in town a couple
of hours, tap in with me.

Bet that, my nigga.

- Ay man, that shit sound good

but you ain't got 100 cases, quick.

- No shit, Sherlock.

Nigga, we can make 100 fucking cases

from the 30 we got from bobo bitch ass.

All we got to do is find 20
more of them motherfuckers.

- Bobo say specifically
don't cut the drink, man.

- Hey, I'm about to slap
the shit out of you, bro.

I don't give a fuck about a
nigga named Sonny bobo.

Nigga, I'm finna get this
motherfucking money my nigga.

- But look, what about little poochie, man?

- Damn, bitch, you a genius, nigga.

Poochie ass, bro, hell yeah, bro.

- But he said he need to
come to your spot, man,

where you gonna take him?

- Fuck, that nigga did
say come to my spot, bro.

Right, bro.

Hey, you got some pints
laying around though?

- Nigga, you know I got pints lying around.

We just left the motherfucking shop.

Nigga, why you always phone me?

Why'd you ask me all these
damn police ass questions?

Boy, you lost your mind?

I think that nigga quick the law.

Okay. - Nigga,

I got a play for you, bro.

- A play?

Man, you got to play for you or for us?

Man, I got a out of town's man.

Nigga 20 jugs for 100 bands nigga.

You niggas ain't tryna
make no money though.

- Nigga, I'm with that shit.

Nigga on god.

What up?

Ay a nigga good for it too.

The play solid.

Nigga ask junior.

I met the nigga in Miami, nigga.

I'm talking his ass way up.

Nigga had like over 100 to the deal.

- Yeah.

Shit, 20 for a hundred.

Shit, I'm with that for shit.

Right now, I'm on my way to the D.

We got some shit to handle.

Damn.

Yo fine ass sister or your
t-Jones can't get to me?

- Man no nigga.

My sister at work

and my momma out of
town right now 'til Tuesday.

Fuck it, I'll pay the 120 then.

You know I was tucking.

What about this?

- Man, look.

Man, go to my crib, look over the door,

grab that little key out of there, man,

go in my room and look under
my bed and grab them hos.

When you grab 'em, call me.

Bet.

Man, don't be in my shit bruh.

Man, I got you, little nigga.

- All right, bitch ass.

- Yeah.

I think I just got us a crib, nigga.

Who the fuck was that?

Man, that
was quick bitch ass, bro.

What the fuck he want?

Talking 'bout he got a play,

20 for a hundred nigga.

- That's your people?

- What?

Oh yeah, that's my little brother.

That's my sister, that my t-Jones.

- Why you ain't in none
of these pictures, son?

- Man, first of all bro,

real niggas don't be taking
all them type of pictures

and shit like that bro.

Besides bro, I really locked up though

while my t-Jones was
doing all that family shit.

- Oh, you were locked down?

Yeah.

- I did seven in the fed.

I'm good on any yard from
yazoo to the mountains.

Where was you at?

- Shit, all over, nigga,
Rikers Island, Guantanamo,

you name it nigga I was on the yard, man.

Fuck all that shit,
though, bro, this 300 man.

We all good right there.

You load it up.

Everything good bro.

- Yeah.

Finna be gone before I
touch down, you hear me?

I'll be back though.

- Oh really?

I have more for you.

Damn, that's a live ass stash
spot you got there, my boy.

- Stay ready keep from
getting ready, you heard me?

- All right.

Yeah, man, shit too easy.

Block his green ass.

- Man down, I tell you, man down.

- That ain't no marijuana nigga.

- Man down.

- Sweet.

- Y'all know I'm fresh out.

- You don't inhale this.

This is cigars, baby.

- Cubans.

- Shit.

- Bobo, I got big plans for you, my boy.

Once you go on the jet
with the experience you have.

Man, much love for you, bro.

Cheers to that.

- Man, smoking cigars, drinking scotch.

- Oh.

- What you got there, boy?

What you got?

- Big boy shit, big

- whoa. - Oh yeah.

- We in the game.

- That what up. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Called with this one.

- How many bitches you gonna get with that?

- Three.

I'm gonna lose count.

One day I'm on top and the next,

I'm begging for my motherfucking life.

Maverick and his goons
in Dallas almost killed us.

Shit crazy.

They really almost got a nigga.

I feel responsible for poochie, though.

He like the brother I never had

and I'm in love with his sister.

What I learned,

the same way light can't
exist without darkness,

good can't exist without evil.

- Dawg this some bullshit.

- They got me fucked
all the way up, you heard?

- This bullshit.

See, I heard about them
niggas down in Houston.

They be fucking with that needle.

They use the needle, take the good shit out

and put the bullshit in.

- I see these Texas boys playing games.

- They resealed it right here, look, look.

- I ain't going to play with them, though.

- Keep calling them niggas.

Man, look, I
want my fucking money.

- Yo, neph.

- Shit's all there, home.

That's a little extra for the delay.

- Cool, man, I'll take it that d-town.

Trip worked out, huh?

- Yeah, shoot, besides being tied up,

seeing a dead man dug up
out the ground and shot again,

I feel like it was all good.

- Wait, what the fuck?

Neph, you good?

- Boy shitting with you, homie.

But on the real, though.

I did make a new reliable client out there.

Dang, bro, you just getting up?

- Yeah.

Me and your husband
went to Dallas last night.

- For what?

- I don't know, ask him, he your nigga.

- Whatever, poochie.

But look, school start next week.

Don't forget to reach
out to your counselor.

You excited to be a senior?

- It's cool or whatever,
you know what I'm saying?

But I don't feel like school for me.

That shit for you, sis.

- Wow.

You really finna graduate
valedictorian at your age

just like I did.

You be capping, but
you really a nerd like me.

- Man, whatever man.

You check the mailbox yet?

- No, I ain't checked it yet.

- Can you check it for me?

I'm waiting on my
housing letter to come in.

If they don't come in today,

I got to stay at you and momma for another.

- God, please let this
letter be in the mailbox.

I'm finna go and check it right now.

All right.

- This it?

- Yes.

Yes.

Hey, yes.

- Say, fam

- oh shit.

- Where your people at, son?

- I'll blow your fucking head off.

- Say, I'ma ask you again.

- Fuck.

- Where your brother at?

- Man, I ain't got no fucking brother, man.

- Stop playing with me.
- I keep telling y'all.

- How old you is?

- Man, I told y'all niggas I'm just 16.

Bitch, stop lying.

- Yeah, you got your
whole life ahead of you.

I seen those pictures of your fam too,

with your sister fine ass.

- My sister?

- Think it's a game?

- Fuck.

- Break that heart, you hear me?

- Yeah, your punk ass brother

sold me that fake ass drink
in your momma kitchen.

- Yeah.

- Drink? - This ain't a game.

- Quick bitch ass.

- Yeah. - Fuck.

- Where he at?

- Fuck you.

He up your momma asshole, little bitch.

- You ain't have to do him like that.

- Fuck that shit.

That's on his brother bitch ass.

- How you holding up neph?

- I ain't gone lie UNC,
I'm fucked up right now.

They killed poochie.

That nigga ain't did shit to nobody.

He was bad as shit,

but that nigga ain't
did shit to nobody bruh.

- Neph, this motherfucking game

cold as a Chicago pimp on Christmas man.

You know what I'm talking about?

Sometime the good
niggas get it the worst, man,

and the bad niggas get to live forever man.

- Sorry UNC, I ain't trying
to hear none of that shit.

Trying to hear none of that.

Every nigga got to pay,
especially that motherfucker quick.

I promise you, when I
see that nigga, it's over.

- Quick? - It's over.

- The fuck he gotta do with this?

- Hell yeah, quick.

I heard him and poochie discussing a play

on the way to Dallas.

Fast forward, look who's
dead, look who's not.

I promise you UNC I see
that nigga it's going down.

I promise you, UNC.

- Calm down, neph.

Let me and your grandpa
ruffle a few feathers

out here in the motherfucking streets, man.

Your grandpa got real reach man.

- Fuck that, nigga.

Fuck him.

He just killed my little homie, home.

You understand that?

That's the only thing I'm
worried about right now

is my little homie, that's it.

- Damn man, it's fucked up
what happened to little poochie.

Man, what's up, gangsters?

- Motherfucker, you had
something to do with it.

- Hey, bro.

I know pooch was your man bro,

but I had love for that little nigga too.

Hey man, I know how
y'all do it where y'all from,

but don't put my name
in no shit like this again.

Boy, nigga, me and you gonna
have a real problem nigga.

- Snake ass motherfucker.

- Hold on neph.

- Fuck wrong with you, little nigga?

Country ass.

- What the fuck this nigga doing here, man?

- Say, what y'all here for, quick?

- Ay man, obviously it's a
bad time, as we can see,

but business is business, man.

I got that money for you for that 30.

And I need another 30 man.

Let's get this shit rock and rollin' man.

Let me get that bread, man.

- We tapped out, man.

- Bro, the fuck you mean tapped out?

- Business on hold, man.

You know what the fuck just happened, bro.

- Disrespectful ass nigga.

My little homie just died
probably fucking your ass nigga.

Now you want to talk about
the next motherfucking play.

- Ay man, all that little
soft crybaby shit, man,

goddamn niggas does die every day, B.

- What the fuck, what's up then, nigga?

Hold on,
hold on, hold on, hold on

- Hey, quick, get your bitch
ass up out of here, man.

Next will go out to your
motherfucking head.

Talking 'bout motherfucking neph, nigga,

get the fuck out of here, man.

- That's cool.

Y'all motherfuckers gonna miss me, nigga.

Fuck wrong with you niggas?

You know who the fuck I am, nigga?

I'm motherfucking quick, nigga.

I'm the reason them J boys
ain't been on your ass, nigga,

I'm the reason the
streets fuck with y'all nigga.

What the fuck you think going on nigga?

This shit about me nigga.

- Talk that shit on the
other side of the door nigga.

- Fuck all that.

Get the fuck out of here man.

Hey, watch out, neph. - Shut your ass up.

- Get the fuck out there. - Your little ass

gonna learn 'bout pulling
them sticks out on me nigga.

Get the fuck on, man.

- Why you ain't pop his ass, home?

- Man, calm the fuck down, neph.

That's another motherfucking
black man, nigga.

You know how long I've been killing niggas?

Time to do something different, neph.

- You know what man?

I think I'ma reconsider on that light team.

I'ma give you a chance.

- Yeah, I'm good on that, quick.

- Bitch, I'm quick.

The fuck you talking 'bout?

I run shit around here.

Fuck wrong with her, man?

- Damn, quick, seem like
nobody fucking with you right now.

- Man, shut your ass up, man.

You make my fucking ears hurt.

Sounding like one of these hos, my nigga.

You got 300,000 and you
tripping on this bullshit?

- Man, if we in for three,
we need to be laying low.

What we outside for?

- Hey bro, these my
motherfucking streets, nigga,

ain't no nigga gonna make me lay low.

300,000, did you not just hear me?

- Yeah, speaking of 300,

I ain't seen no paper from the play, man.

When I'ma touch some green?

- Nigga, I'm your brother, nigga,

you know we don't do no
shit over no money or no hos.

Nigga, chill out, boy, I got you.

- I hear you,

I hear you. - Money good nigga.

I got you.

Don't worry about no bread.

We don't do that, bro.

- For sure. - Money good nigga,

300 nigga. - I hear you.

- Man, come here, ho.

- Get the fuck off me.

- The fuck?

Ay, turn your motherfucking
ass around, man.

Why the fuck you ain't even
answer the motherfucking phone?

Fuck you doing, man?

You know this shit mine forever.

And but one way up out this shit.

- And what you gonna do?

Kill me like that nigga you made me set up?

- Bitch, shut the fuck up.

What's wrong with you?

- Get the fuck off me.

I'm not scared of you no more.

And I'm tired of doing your
fucking dirty work for you.

They done already killed my little cousin,

the only person that
actually gave a fuck about me.

Go ahead, kill me.

Come on.

Yeah, that's why I heard your pussy ass

got beat up by Zaire anyways.

Zaire, what we doing, nigga?

Baby street in the fucking building.

Playtime is over.

Y'all know what the fuck
we doing, what we doing?

Zaire, stop playing with
these niggas, man, let's go.

- What up, og?

No telling, og, you know I'm
on some new shit now, man.

I ain't going to be hanging
around the club as much, man.

Try to stay out the way, og.

In about 15 minutes og,
I'ma pull up on you, man.

- Checkmate, fuck nigga.

I'm my own club now, old bitch.

Yeah, we gonna
figure this shit out bro.

Hell yeah.

- Ain't no way fucking hell
that was supposed to happen.

- For sure, nigga let that shit go.

- Five times and got
hit in the stomach too.

- Hell yeah.

'Sup, my boy?

- What's up, what's up?

- Anything yet?

He ain't shake back, anything yet?

- Same old, same old.

Still ain't woke up.

- Man, you all right?

Let me holla at him right quick.

- I'ma kill that nigga quick.

Just letting you know
right now I'ma kill his ass.

I don't care what you got to say about it.

They got to be dealt with.

- Emotions is a weakness.

Either you control your emotions

or your emotions control you.

In fact, that's what
take most brothers out.

Emotions.

That's what took your dad out.

Couldn't control his emotions.

I'ma pray to god

that ain't what take you out.

But if you gonna go to war,

you make damn sure you know your enemy.

Know his mo.

Know how he move.

Stay one move ahead of him.

Beat him to the punch.

That's if you gonna go to war.

- Hey, where my money at, nigga?

- Man, I got you, right here.

Here, here.

- My boy. - Yeah.

- Why the fuck every time
you bring me some money,

this shit short?

- Man, I promise I got you next time.

- Man, look bro, don't bring
your ass back around me no more

without all my money,
my nigga, not a dollar short.

- Quick, I promise I got you.
- I got you shit.

- I promise. - Fuck out of here.

- Hey man, that's a bullshit nigga

like I've been telling you, quick.

- Fuck that nigga shit.

- For sure.

Oh my, look what the wind blew in.

Who I see?

- Hey, daddy.

I know I was out of line the other day

but I miss you.

And you know I'll stomp
out any one of these hos

trying to replace me.

- Oh, you missed the quick, huh?

Look man, you've been
on some renegade shit like

but to get back in out there

you gonna have to prove yourself.

Matter of fact.

- Take all of this. - The fuck?

Get your ass off me, motherfucker.

You lost your goddamn mind, nigga?

Do you know who the fuck I am, nigga?

- Hey, bro, chill.

- You better get the fuck out of here, bro.

Fuck that shit. - Chill out.

- Who the fuck he think he is?

Fuck wrong with you?

Fuck out of here.

Fuck everybody in this
motherfucker, actually.

- Damn, what the fuck wrong with him?

- I don't know, but he
better get his shit together,

man, I'm gone.

- Shit, say less.

You know there's more
where that came from nigga.

You know that shit.

- Look, I want to thank you.

- For what?

- For paying for my cousin's funeral.

My cousin really did love you.

- That's my nigga pooch.

Not one of them do your cousin

ain't returning nobody calls and no shit.

It's all good.

- Yeah, well, poochie
did for sure, but Autumn?

It's just that she takes
this all for granted.

- Say that shit again.

- Come on, let me take you home

'cause you already lit, so come on.

- Shit, you speaking my language.

Come on, let's go, let's
get up out of here then.

There you go, you can have all of that.

- Knock knock, little horny ass nigga.

Goddamn, you is a greedy motherfucker man.

You got both my hos.

Too bad this the last time

your ass gonna roll around
in something, though nigga.

Night night, bitch.

- Who the pimp now, huh?

- Man J, what the fuck you doing nigga?

- Quick, I'ma need you to
drop that motherfucking pistol

before I blow your head

off your motherfucking shoulders, homeboy.

- How the fuck

could you off my little
cousin poochie like that?

Fucking hate you.

- Man fuck poochie and fuck you, bitch.

- The fuck just happened?

Yo, Biggs, you good, my nigga?

- Yeah, he just grazed me, bro.

- Shit, red, what about you, you good?

- I'm okay.

- Yo junior, you good, my nigga?

- Oh shit, oh man, I
got hit in the stomach.

I think I'm gonna make it though.

Man, go get that bitch ass nigga, man.

- Bitch ass nigga.

Damn, I thought I shot you.

You just a clumsy motherfucker, huh?

You thought you was
just gonna come in my city,

fuck with my bitches, get my money, nigga?

And tell that little nigga
poochie I said what up.

I told you from the jump

every decision you make has consequences.

I know y'all been waiting to
see where this journey ends.

Well, let me tell you.

I decided to take that
advice from my grandfather.

When you go to war, know your enemy.

One thing I know about quick,

quick underestimates everybody.

He underestimated me

when I was two steps
ahead of him the whole time.

He underestimated junior
when he forgot to pay him.

But his biggest mistake,

he underestimated red

and how much she
really love little poochie.