New York ain't safe for me no more.
Ma, I gotta get the fuck out of town.
You can't just pick up and leave everything
and everyone you've ever known behind.
Starting a new organization in a new place.
- Where you going? - I'll tell you.
But then I gotta kill you. California.
When people let you down,
it don't end well for you. Or them.
She was a smart girl, Father.
I was there her whole life.
Ghost was right. I can't trust you.
I guess we ain't family no more.
Uncle Tommy, what the fuck?
Keisha, I'm always gonna provide for you
and protect you.
No one's ever gonna hurt you again.
Ghost, Ghost, Ghost, come on, man! Don't do this!
Ghost.
Ahh!
♪ Tougher than a Teflon ♪
♪ All that dope I stepped on ♪
♪ We'll get the rest gone ♪
♪ Been that nigga What else you want? ♪
♪ If you want Power powder respect ♪
♪ Mm mm ♪
♪ I want that money And power and powder ♪
♪ Money and powder and power ♪
♪ That paper That paper paper ♪
♪ Yeah, I gotta stack that ♪
♪ Them diamonds keep blinking Blinking ♪
♪ We might have To check that ♪
♪ Now boy when That blicky blicky ♪
♪ Come out You get clapped fast ♪
♪ Draw down With a little joint ♪
♪ I match you like Pat pat ♪
♪ Come back When them cameras out ♪
♪ Run your block We kick that ♪
♪ Come back when your funeral In progress ♪
♪ And hit that Hit your back, the back ♪
♪ Your bitch ass Won't even hit back ♪
♪ You'll be splashin' In fashion ♪
♪ Nigga you can take The drip ♪
♪ Catch you slippin' We slidin' ♪
♪ You niggas On some different shit ♪
♪ We hit the licks We with the shit ♪
♪ Shh when you get hit ♪
♪ Quiet down ♪
♪ No need for the talkin' ♪
♪ The fuck is that about? ♪
♪ Tougher than a Teflon ♪
♪ All that dope I stepped on ♪
♪ We'll get the rest gone ♪
♪ Been that nigga What else you want? ♪
♪ If you want Power powder respect ♪
♪ Mm mm ♪
♪ I want that money And power and powder ♪
♪ Money and powder and power ♪
♪ I guess I don't ♪
♪ Oh you mad huh? ♪
♪ That's cold Now I'm the villain ♪
♪ Not really I'm just chillin' ♪
♪ Tryna stack these 20s 50s 100s millions ♪
♪ To the ceilin' ♪
- Yeah? - You're late, huey.
I'm jumping on Route 66 later today.
You were supposed to be here yesterday.
Just making a pitstop.
I'm starting to think maybe
I was wrong about you,
that you're not fucking reliable.
Don't worry about nothing. We good.
Are we? 'Cause I'm making shit happen,
and you're wherever the fuck.
Don't worry about where I'm at.
Look, when I see the Pacific Ocean,
that's when you'll know I'm there, a'ight?
Whatever, man.
You got my parking fee, guero?
- Your-- - Parking fee.
This is a Chicago parking sign.
That yellow chair-- private parking.
This whole block is private parking.
And me, I'm the tax man.
And you're gonna pay, motherfucker.
Get the fuck out of here with that.
Oh, fuck.
Give me the knife. Give me the fucking knife.
- Ahh! - Shit hurts like a motherfucker
in the cold, don't it?
Fuck, man, that was unnecessary!
I'ma bounce.
But only because I don't got my strap.
Yeah.
Hey!
Where did they bury the old lady
who used to live there?
Buried? She ain't muerta.
They moved her to Mulhern's.
What the fuck is Mulhern's?
Yes, I know. She called...
Okay, Miriam, here we go.
- CO Miller, razor up. - Razor up confirmed, Sampson.
Don't know why you taking
so fucking long, Diamond.
I would just buzz and bounce if I was you at this point.
I gotta make this cut last.
Lord knows the next time I'll see you.
You're gonna be one big-ass loc.
Better not be no next time, D.
That gate closes,
you don't ever look back.
CO Miller, razor down.
Razor down confirmed, Sampson.
Back to your cell.
Head count.
Yeah.
I'll miss you too, old man.
Open the gate!
♪ Drop ♪
♪ Know that I'm about My dinero ♪
♪ Pulled off the lot In that brand new Camaro ♪
♪ God watching over me Call me the sparrow ♪
♪ Knowledge my power Entombed like a pharaoh ♪
♪ I roll like cap in the raw ♪
♪ Cut through the bullshit Like saw ♪
♪ Pulled the trigger And shot for the stars ♪
♪ Now, you niggas know Who we are ♪
♪ Drop ♪
♪ Let them keep talking They never win ♪
♪ No ♪
♪ Drop ♪
We let him get real comfortable outside
and then we make the motherfucking call.
Mm-hmm. We'll get him, Rojas.
♪ Talking 'bout change ♪
♪ And moving mountains ♪
How can I help you?
Give me a double shot of Jameson.
♪ People are you listenin' ♪
♪ ♪
Something smell good.
- Pepper pot soup. - Nice.
Comfort food.
Impressive.
Most people ain't never heard of it.
And when they do, they can't get past the tripe.
I eat everything.
And I like the heat.
Hmm.
♪ Keep marching, marching on ♪
♪ Keep fighting on ♪
♪ Keep fighting, fighting on ♪
You know, you look like you've already had a day,
and it's only 11:00 a.m.
How you know that?
I'm a bartender.
Reading people's part of my job.
Mm-hmm.
♪ They try to hold it down ♪
Some days you just need a whiskey before noon.
What else you read, besides people?
Signs.
Billboards.
The Shade Room.
You funny.
Sometimes.
You know what, give me some of that pepper pot soup.
Great. Then come back tonight
when the kitchen's actually open.
- Your kitchen ain't open? - Nope.
♪ Keep fighting, fighting on ♪
♪ Talking 'bout oooh ♪
Give me another one of them, then.
♪ Oooh ♪
♪ It's a revolution ♪
All that's left now is your signature.
These J's are worth a lot on STARKx.
I'll give you 150 for them right now.
I don't know what STARKx is,
but I know them joints worth a lot more than a buck 50.
Always the smartest dude on the block.
Me and Marty wanted you to have something
to remember this place by.
It's not much.
But it'll get you started.
Thank you.
Enjoy the J's.
Big bro!
Baby bro!
Sup, nigga?
Oh, my God, look at this free man right here!
Whoo! Yo, what's up?
Somebody go down on you?
Man, fuck that! What's up?
Hey, I gave them up. It's all good.
All I need's my freedom.
Well, you got that. Let's roll, baby.
It don't rain or snow on that side of the wall or something?
It just feels... different.
Hey, jackoff, move your car.
The fuck is with this city and parking?
Hey, keep moving.
We don't want to ask again. Move your fucking car.
See, now I'm confused,
'cause it sounded like you just asked me again.
All right.
- I got this, Simon. - Hey, you deaf, prick?
Oh.
Fuck!
- What the fuck? Fuck! - The fuck did I say?
Vic, go inside and do your job.
Hey, this Boston motherfucker started it.
Boston?
Started?
What are you, six fucking years old, Simon?
Get the fuck in there and do your job.
Pal, I'm on a schedule, so if I may be so fucking bold
as to suggest you relocate your vehicle,
I know my boss would be grateful.
No problem.
You see, that's how you fucking ask.
Let's go. We're on a schedule.
Yeah. Fuck Larry Bird.
And fuck Tom Brady too!
Da, I thought you were still in the city.
I see that.
You comfortable there in my chair, Claudia?
Drinking my best Scotch? You planning to take over?
No one could ever take your place, Da.
Yeah, yeah.
So, where's Vic?
He's with your Uncle Paulie, doing collections,
and then meeting some of the men later.
Where's the meet? I could go.
And why the hell would I want you to do that?
Victor's got it under control.
How are the books?
Books are fine, Da. They're always fine.
That's why you're in charge.
I depend on you.
Well, you could depend on me for more.
You should depend on me for more.
Vic's not cut out for this kind of work, Da.
You should at least let me help him.
Jesus Christ, you think 'cause you beat your brother
in a couple of games of chess when you were kids,
you're ready for the street?
Come here. Come here.
Hands.
What do you think you can do with these?
How the fuck do you throw punches with them?
What Victor does is not women's work.
Claudia, you are a beautiful young woman.
Can't you just accept that?
The natural order of things--
Victor runs the streets,
you keep us legit,
and you look after me.
I like the way you handle yourself.
You show...
...restraint.
Thanks.
I respect that.
I didn't catch your name.
I didn't throw it.
Are you coming or going?
Definitely going.
Probably a wise choice after pissing off the Flynn family.
That name supposed to mean something to me?
You don't want to stick around Chicago to find out.
Money's good. See you next month.
Glo, wait.
Vic, I got too much shit to do.
Come on, let's get the fuck out of here.
I got the house in New Buffalo for the weekend.
What is New Buffalo gonna do?
Give us a chance to talk.
About what, Vic?
We've already talked. There's nothing left to say.
- Why? - 'Cause nothing's changed.
And as long as your father keeps
putting money in your pocket and pulling all the strings,
nothing ever will, right?
It's not about the fucking money.
It's about you and me.
He's my father.
I can't just...
Look, I got a plan.
Okay, when the time is right, I'll talk to him.
Okay? I'll tell him.
Vic.
I swear to God, I'm fucking ready.
Just tell me I'm not too late.
I can't tell you that, Vic.
I can't.
- Hey. - Yeah?
I need you at the drop later.
Please don't get fucked up, all right?
Come on, you know I stopped drinking three months ago.
I'm good. Go.
Yeah. Make sure nobody fucks with her, all right?
All right, done.
All right, ladies, so let's get this drink thing
out of the way.
Count's good here. Let's roll.
Whatever you're thinking about doing,
forget it and move on.
Let it go. It ain't fucking worth it.
Wherever the road takes you,
make sure it's far away from here.
Safe travels.
Oh, you came back.
I was promised some exceptional food.
- Who's that for? - That is for you.
I'm not a rum guy.
Tonight you are.
Get out of my face, boy.
What do you say we get out of here?
Get the fuck off of me, all right?
I mean, what do you think?
Get off of me, you piece of shit.
Don't you ever fucking touch me again.
- Do you understand? - You good, hon?
- Let's be friends. - You good, hon?
I was good before this piece of shit came up to me.
Right.
Fuck you still doing here, Simon?
- I'm doing-- - I don't need a babysitter.
So eat, drink, or get the fuck out.
Careful who you talk to like that.
You're a bag man and an errand boy, bitch.
Get the fuck off me.
Ooh! This look good.
The menu's just for ambience. You will eat what I bring you.
Perfect.
Food will be out in five.
No. No, no, no, no. I don't give a fuck.
No, we ain't gotta do nothing but make the deal
and split, all right? No, no, no.
As long as their powder is white and our paper is green,
we're making a deal with those Yardie fucks.
Yeah, tonight, 3:00 a.m.
Hey.
Hey, pussy.
Fuck!
Come here. Fuckin'--
Honestly, Tom Brady can eat a dick.
But Larry Bird?
Larry Bird's a goddamn national treasure.
No! No! No, no!
You ain't gotta do this. You ain't gotta do this.
I feel like I do.
Ahh!
Well, this might have some blowback.
Oh, yeah?
Well, I ain't gonna be around long enough to catch it.
Any of that gonna fall on you?
Not a drop.
Good.
Hey. Your soup is ready.
♪ I kinda like somebody ♪
♪ But I wonder is it ♪
♪ Just 'cause I want A warm body ♪
♪ A warm body yeah ♪
♪ A warm body Yeah ♪
♪ Warm body yeah ♪
♪ We don't gotta tell nobody ♪
♪ We don't gotta tell Nobody ♪
♪ Looking for a warm body... ♪
- Oh, you like that? - Yeah, baby.
Fuck yeah.
♪ Looking for a warm body Yeah ♪
♪ We don't gotta tell nobody ♪
♪ We don't gotta tell ♪
Yo, over here!
Finally.
- Let the party begin. - What are we drinking?
From my grandfather's private distillery outside Moscow.
It's meant to be sipped.
Slowly.
Not tonight.
I've had enough of men telling me what to do for one lifetime.
Who the fuck is that?
I don't know. I've never seen her before.
♪ Fi-fi-fire fire ♪
♪ It's a super fire ♪
♪ Fire fire ♪
♪ It's a super fire ♪
♪ Fire ♪
♪ Fi-fi-fire fire ♪
♪ On fire ♪
♪ In the night ♪
♪ Time ♪
♪ I am alive ♪
♪ On fire ♪
♪ In the night ♪
♪ Time ♪
♪ I am alive ♪
♪ Come find me, babe... ♪
This drug is fucking amazing.
I've never tried anything like it.
Do you have more?
That was fun.
Yeah.
I ain't had fun like that in a minute.
I gotta--
Yeah. Cool.
You serve?
Not mine.
My husband.
He deployed. Never came back.
Wrong people always seem to die.
When you're the one left behind,
you gotta wonder what you're supposed to do about it.
You like it?
Being married?
It wasn't long enough to tell you.
Think I would have, though.
How about you?
You tried?
I got close once.
Still got time to try it again.
Maybe.
Shit.
Hey, look.
I really gotta go.
- Yeah, take care of yourself. - You too.
Simon, you flake motherfucker.
Pick up!
The fuck?
The next two go into your motherfucking head.
Don't even try it.
Give me.
You know the fucking mistake you're making?
Bigger or smaller than you flexing on me earlier?
- Not even close. - Turn off the lights, stupid.
And get out the motherfucking car. Now.
I want you to introduce me to your connect.
How many they expecting in there?
Two. Just two.
You gonna get the gate?
I could kill you right here.
How many gonna be in that room?
Good. We got the numbers in our favor.
You gonna stop now? I got zero fucks in me, kid.
Let's go.
Yeah, boy, I feel like I was getting my dick
sucked in a fucking jacuzzi on a roller coaster, bro.
Bro, how unbelievably
fucking sick would that be? Rollerco--
What the fuck you doing here, Flynn?
I got a meet with Zamost.
- Yeah, so do I. - This isn't a CBI deal.
It was supposed to be all CBI till you just fucked it up.
Clearly Zamost lied to both of us.
Yeah, everybody just shut the fuck up.
- Who the fuck are you? - I'm the only guy
that doesn't have his head up his own ass in here.
Whoa! Everybody cool tonight?
Let me rephrase that.
We all plan on staying cool tonight?
Where the fuck's the fucking money?
Where the fuck is Zamost?
How come he isn't here, and why is CBI getting a cut?
Yeah, why he send y'all two
tweaked-out goofy motherfuckers?
Yo, just show us the money, man. Please.
Hey, why don't you put your guns down?
Hey, shut the fuck up! Where's the money?
Yeah. This shit right here, this don't feel right.
You just figuring that out now?
Zamost playing us, man.
Fuck you! Where's our fucking money?
These boys is pinned to the ceiling.
Why don't you just break them off the money that you owe them
before this shit goes all the way fucked.
Fuck them.
Disrespect me again, motherfucker.
Do you got the money or not?
Most of it.
Most--? You came light?
You fucking cocksucking mother--
Aw, yeah, hell no. Hey. Hey.
Crack baby number one, let me get my shit right there.
Fuck you! Where's the money?
Oh, fuck. This your first deal.
This ain't our first fucking deal.
Oh, yeah it is.
Y'all breaking your cherries right now.
- Hey, we've done deals. - Lots of deals.
Oh, yeah? Well, then I'm- I'm sure that you tested the purity
of whatever you got in that bag right there?
No, you didn't make sure
that wasn't stepped on with lidocaine or levamisole?
No, I ain't even heard of lidocaine before.
I don't even know what you're talking about, man.
We didn't step on shit.
Why don't you just show us what the fuck you got?
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Shit. Fuck!
God damn it!
Fuck!
Motherfucker!
Ahh! Fuck! Ahh!
Ahh!
Fuck, bro.
Oh, you gotta know your clip. This ain't no video game.
See, I got four bullets left in this gun.
Three.
Two.
Ahh! Fuck!
You don't want to let me get to one.
Ahh! Ahh!
Ahh! Fuck! Ahh!
That shit would have never gone sideways if I had my gun.
Then here. Take your gun.
You still got one left.
- So, this ain't your mans? - Fuck, no.
Who the fuck are you?
I'm the motherfucker that just saved both of your lives.
And this fucking douchebag came light.
Did you come in here light?
The fuck difference does it make?
A huge difference!
Can you please tell me who this guy is?
He a little north side bitch-ass motherfucker.
Always shitting on CBI,
when they the real grimy motherfuckers.
Let's not get into a geographical
and philosophical fucking debate.
We got the drugs sitting right there.
We keep the money we walked in with.
We'll chop the fucking pot. It's not an issue.
Yeah? Well, this dead body right here
look like a big fucking issue to me.
Especially since your old man gonna try to pin it
on a CBI nigga anyway.
I'll take care of it. All right?
All right.
Hey, my man, you did your thing.
Gratitude. Now bounce.
My thing come with a fee.
Pay him out of your end.
Fuck no.
This motherfucker just got the drop on us.
Only reason we getting out of here right now
is 'cause of him, all right? Fuck!
Fuck, man, pay him!
Fuck.
Hey, my man, that's my paper in there too.
You want to kick that shit back?
He's fucking dead.
Fuck.
♪ They try to Take me out the game ♪
♪ But I'm here to stay ♪
♪ I ain't going nowhere ♪
♪ They can never duplicate ♪
♪ I'm number one And I ain't going nowhere ♪
♪ Competition I don't see none ♪
♪ Running these streets I'm still number one ♪
♪ I get a lot of love But I see a lot of hate ♪
♪ When I'm coming through Like a ghost with stars ♪
♪ And the rafe In my hood, I'm a legend ♪
♪ I put food on them tables ♪
♪ And I live by the gun 'Cause them streets... ♪
We used to run these corners, Jenard.
Yep.
But none of us here, J.
Shit, bro, all the crews we came up with are fractured.
Nations are falling.
Beef within crews, jumping off block-to-block.
These little niggas crazy out here, bro.
And we the last to hold out. Thanks to you.
Just doing what I had to.
Which is why I'm so confused
to why you dealing with the Yardies.
Come on, bro, why we back on this bullshit?
Didn't we go through this already?
I may have missed something.
So just run that shit past me again.
A'ight. This crazy white boy came through with Vic Flynn
and straight Bin Ladened the whole shit, bro. That's it.
And we got confirmation
he not rolling with Walter Flynn's crew?
Bro, look.
The man ran the whole room.
A'ight, he dipped with the bread and the butter.
Now, if he was with Walter-- think about it, bro--
why would he come down so heavy on his own boy?
He fucked Vic up, bro.
And this crazy white boy, he just saved your ass
- and just kept on-- - I told you, my gun jammed.
And this crazy white boy
saved your alleged gun-jamming ass
and just bounced with your paper and the Yardies' drugs?
Like Casper the motherfucking ghost, man.
Hm. Okay.
Let's find Casper.
So other than you almost dying
and this guy saving your ass,
what the fuck were you doing with the Yardies?
- It's a new revenue stream. - It's a bad product.
The Yardies produce bathtub crank.
Those college kids from Glencoe at Northwestern,
they don't know the difference between that and coke.
That's not your call to make.
As long as Pop sits on his bullshit with CBI,
we're never getting a coke connect, you know that.
Getting caught up in some low-rent shit while the feds
are sniffing around is not a good look for us.
The reason we're not in coke
is because it fucks with our very legitimate front.
- Yeah, I get that. - Do you?
Because making shit deals is not the way to move forward.
I don't want to worry about you.
You don't have to.
On Mom.
If she was still alive, she'd be worried too.
Yeah.
Don't be stupid.
Don't worry about me. Worry about you.
Hey, how's it going?
It's been a minute.
I mean, I ain't seen you since I was four.
You know, my mother told me you was dead.
You believe that shit?
Hey.
You know who I am?
Tommy. Here.
Tommy!
Yeah. Yeah.
Who sent you?
The fuck were you doing with Miriam Egan?
No one's been to visit her in six fucking years, but me.
- And who the fuck are you? - I'm her grandson.
Who the fuck are you?
I'm her fucking grandson.
What you know about that?
This what the fuck I know about that.
Look, this is a lot for me to process.
For me too.
Jesus, you think I was planning on waking up today
finding out I have a brother?
My pops said my mom was dead.
Gone.
He never said shit about her being alive.
Yeah, well, nobody said nothing about you.
What the fuck?
I been living my whole life as a fucking lie.
- Here. - No, it fucks with my voice.
I don't that shit could get much deeper.
Go on, take it.
You want to tell me why you're packing?
Okay, cool.
- So your old man raised you? - Yep.
There for me 24/7.
Wow.
There any more of us?
I don't think so.
But who the fuck knows, with her.
Anything you want to tell me about this Katherine?
Any details?
First of all, she ain't royalty.
Ain't nobody call her Katherine.
It's Kate, and she ain't worth your trouble or your tears.
You got out ahead on this deal. Trust me.
Those enough details?
Yeah. It is.
So, uh...
Why don't you give me your number,
and I'll call you or some shit?
You know, when we wrap our heads around this thing?
Yeah. Yeah, a'ight.
So, all I know is her name is Kate...
...she has a white son who she stayed with,
and she's not dead.
She is to me.
You know, when you told me
that this place was going under,
it just...
Thanks for keeping the rent up on it.
- I didn't. - Didn't what?
Keep up on the rent.
But we just came through the front with the keys.
That's because I decided
it was better to be a owner than a tenant.
Man, get the fuck out of here.
- You fucking own this spot? - No.
You do.
It's all above board.
Clean title. No mortgage.
Property taxes and business license
is current and paid in full.
You good, boy.
I love you, boy.
- Man, thank you for this. - Always. Yes, sir.
I mean, this--I can't believe you did this for me, J.
Come on, man.
You know it ain't a thing on God's green
I wouldn't do for you.
Shit, all you gotta now, bro,
throw you a little fresh coat a paint on them walls outside,
and shit, I don't know, maybe change the name or something,
and you'll be good to go.
The name stays the same. This is where we were born.
This is where we were baptized.
- Hm? - Got you. Got you.
And this
is where Chicago Brothers Incorporated came from.
CBI.
You look good sitting in that chair.
You back where you belong, baby.
Feels good to be back.
But I'm not the same person I was when I left.
I've changed.
All that random shit popping off
everywhere has gotta end, J.
That's not how we do business.
That's not how I do business. It's not CBI.
A lot of shit has changed in 15 years.
Maybe. But I'm done killing people.
I mean, shit, you a free man, nigga.
You can do whatever the fuck you want to do.
But let's park
that philosophical shit for a minute.
I'm gonna go take care of some shit.
But I'ma be back. I'm taking you out tonight.
All right? I'ma show you what you been missing.
I got you. Love you, boy.
Yeah, a'ight.
Fuck.
Fuck me.
Hey, sorry, brother. We're not officially open yet,
but give us a few days, we got you.
Man, I love this shop.
Yeah. It's special.
Well, listen, if you come back--
I've been coming here a minute, I don't...
I don't think I've seen you.
Haven't been around much.
No? Where you been?
Places.
Places. A'ight.
Hmm.
Yo, that smell brings you back every time, though, right?
Sorry.
Yeah.
Okay. Copy that. Be there in five.
So, you're the new owner?
Yeah.
So if I want that cut, I can come through
in a few days, and you'll clean me up?
Bet.
First one's on the house.
Good looking, but I always pay my way.
Welcome back, Diamond.
Hello?
Where the fuck are you, man?
Rodolfo, why you fucking up my ass on this?
Hey, you want to roll back with the attitude, pendejo?
You're talking to your boss.
Yo, man, you might want to chill on that shit.
I ain't nobody's employee.
Let me call you back.
What the fuck?
I told you you didn't want to stick around
to find out who you were fucking with.
What can I tell you?
I got a short fuse and a long memory.
Drive.
Park it here.
This way.
This him?
This Jesse fucking James?
In the fucking flesh.
Walter Flynn.
You made quite the impact on my family here.
And my city.
There hasn't been this much heat
since Mrs. O'Leary's cow kicked over that lantern.
Mrs. who?
You know who the first victim of that fire was?
I'm guessing the cow.
The cow. Exactly.
It was sacrificial.
Immediate retribution for its sin.
Swift. Biblical.
I find that's the best way
of dealing with these situations
when they arise.
Can we stop talking about cows and Bibles
and get to the point?
I'm guessing you brought me here for one of two reasons.
And since I ain't dead yet...
...you're welcome for saving your son.
Hey.
Where you headed, son?
West.
And when are you supposed to arrive?
- I ain't in no rush. - Ah.
A man with no clock has two things:
too much time or too much money.
Either way, you're gonna eventually run out of both.
Now, these fires you've set here,
I'm gonna put them out for you.
As my appreciation.
But your time here in Chicago has come to an end.
You gotta get the fuck out of my city, son.
Sorry I'm late.
That's all right, Victor.
Our guest was just leaving.
♪ Like I Don't know nobody ♪
♪ Ooh like I Like I don't know nobody ♪
♪ Ooh like ooh Like I don't know nobody ♪
♪ Like I don't know nobody Like I don't know nobody ♪
♪ Oh you mad huh? ♪
♪ I guess I don't ♪
♪ Oh you mad huh? ♪
Hey, Rodolfo, go fuck yourself.
I ain't coming.
I don't work for nobody no more.
Yeah, I think I'ma stay here, build my own shit.
I'm my own boss now.
♪ I guess I don't ♪
♪ Oh you mad huh? ♪
♪ Ooh oh you mad Oh you mad huh? ♪
♪ I be catching too many Stares this evening ♪
♪ God fearing but God knows I'm on a roll ♪
♪ At the Louvre in Paris ♪
♪ Still be on the block Like a corner store ♪
♪ Ain't my fault You ain't the man ♪
♪ Made a plan Man it was planned ♪
♪ They sleeping on me Like long flights ♪
♪ I pop a Xan On the way to France ♪
♪ Paparazzi like Oh, that's him! ♪
♪ Pour that gin Let's get faded ♪
♪ Drinking like it's No tomorrow ♪
♪ What's today? I'm in the Matrix ♪
♪ Hater please Let me live my life ♪
♪ Swear to God I been tryna do right ♪
♪ But if she bad I might hit a bitch ♪
♪ In the elevator Like Ray Rice ♪
♪ Uh y'all pay the price I pay the difference ♪
♪ It's just different Save money ♪
♪ Ain't nothin' different ♪
♪ Gunshots And jumping fences ♪
♪ Hold on I'm tryna get loose ♪
♪ Please don't get Shit confused ♪
♪ Ask Don C I've been lit ♪
♪ This 'Ye shit Just lit the fuse ♪
♪ Now I'm on fire Everybody go quiet ♪
♪ Shh ♪
♪ Like Where was you last week? ♪
♪ My nigga the fuck Was you hiding? ♪
♪ Like I was laying on my arm I'm on my side ♪
♪ Southside ♪
♪ I'm down to start a riot ♪
♪ Like I don't Like I don't know nobody ♪
♪ Ooh like I Like I don't know nobody ♪
♪ Oh you mad huh? ♪