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(dramatic music)
- [Davonte] South Central, was like a jungle.
(kid panting) (animal growling)
Police killing us off like we're untamed animals.
(animal growling)
Brothers killing their own species over territory.
They asked me what do I wanna be when I grow up.
I say, "Alive."
(heavy panting)
- [DJ] West Coast, it's DJ Head checked in.
It's Real 92.3 you already knew that, LA.
I'm on the mic holding it down.
We're gonna get the thing started off right,
but first I gotta show love to the homies,
the great neighborhood Nip Hussle.
Rest in peace to Nipsey.
We miss the homie a lot.
But we gonna keep this love going.
Make sure that anybody you come across today,
you show 'em that love, all right?
Nothing but positive vibes in the air.
It's DJ Head, Real 92.3, West Coast.
♪ Gonna find a way to dream ♪
♪ And I don't know what you've been through ♪
♪ But all I know ♪
♪ Is I'm just like you ♪
♪ We're human ♪
♪ I don't know, I don't know ♪
♪ Where I'm going ♪
♪ But we gonna find ♪
♪ We gonna find ♪
♪ Gonna find a way to dream ♪
♪ And I don't mind ♪
♪ I don't mind ♪
♪ What you've been through ♪
♪ But all I know ♪
♪ I'm just like you ♪
♪ We're looking for the same thing ♪
♪ Love and affection in the main frame ♪
♪ Tryna read your signals like a lane change ♪
♪ But we miscommunicate different languages ♪
♪ We can't resist the angel kiss ♪
♪ The gulf is an illusion, different life, same existence ♪
♪ Only separated by some time and in an instance ♪
♪ This utterance can be a mist in the wind ♪
♪ Since its finite and physically not limitless ♪
♪ I wanna be liked and loved for what's inside of me ♪
♪ In a world where tryna fit in brings anxiety ♪
♪ A deity is higher ♪
♪ But people can drive you to wanna meet God faster ♪
♪ Slow down for green pastures ♪
♪ We all living in the valley of shadow of death ♪
♪ But the temp much cooler, sometime the sun too hot ♪
♪ I'm just like you, we not clones ♪
♪ But the way the life is setup ♪
♪ We should connect, you are not alone and ♪
♪ I don't know, I don't know ♪
♪ Where I'm going ♪
♪ But we gonna find, we gonna find ♪
♪ Gonna find a way to dream ♪
♪ And I don't know, I don't know ♪
♪ What you've been through ♪
♪ But all I know ♪
- Hey, little homie.
Where you get them shoes from right there?
- Um, Footlocker.
- Oh yeah, I need those.
You got the wrong colors on in the wrong hood, my boy.
- Come on, bro. - Yeah come on, we need them.
- Hurry up too, while you at it.
- [Davonte] Fuck.
- Little slow on your feet, I see huh?
What's in your pockets?
Empty your pockets, too. - Man, come on,
you already got my shoes. - Empty your pockets
and hurry up!
I need all that, hurry up.
- Shit, too easy.
Scary ass nigga.
(dogs barking)
- So your name, Tati huh?
(laughing)
Like "Bust Down Thotiana" right?
You gonna let me see you bust down?
- Boy, maybe if you get your money up
you could afford a girl like me, period.
- Get my...
I got money.
What you mean?
I bought a big chips and a salsa. (laughing)
Don't play me. - You big broke.
- Oh, I'm big broke, it's like that?
Oh big broke.
All right, and you gonna push me?
Oh word, it's like that?
So y'all just gonna...
I oughta knock your...
Dang, she's so bad.
- Mm-hm.
- I need a job. - Mm-hm.
- Hey yo!
Y'all niggas hiring?
- Man, I swear to God.
- Hey yo, what's up? - What up?
- What's up, man? - You straight?
- What's up with it, OG?
- Yo, yo why they never got any healthy options in the hood?
- Because, they trying to kill us, bro.
Clearly.
- Hey you know why they only got McDonald's
and all this fast food shit up down Crenshaw?
Because that's all you niggas eat.
Y'all don't eat salads and shit.
- I mean, if they had some healthy options
for the low, I definitely would.
But I can't afford no 15 dollar kale salad.
- Shit.
- I tell you what I do got.
I got two dollars for this blunt.
That's what I got. - So stupid.
Get your green.
- Oh, I'm getting my greens.
That OG kush, feel me?
- No, nigga.
You didn't know nothing about no god damn kush
till you started blowing with me, nigga.
Shut your ass up. - Whatever, nigga.
- Hey, y'all go to school today?
Drop down and give me 50.
I said drop down and give me 50 before I beat that ass.
- [Kid] Skipping school wasn't my idea.
- Well, you better get you some new friends.
Now get your asses up and get home and hurry up.
- [Kid] Yes sir. - Yes sir.
- First of all bro, where your shoes at?
- [EJ] Oh my god.
- Man, yo I got jumped this morning, bro.
- Nigga, how the fuck you get jumped in your own hood?
Nigga, you live here.
- I don't know, maybe 'cause I don't bang
and I'd rather give up my shoes than lose my life.
- [Both] Right.
- Okay, you right about that.
- Let's kick back over by the parking lot
you trying to swing through that thing or what?
- You know there was some baddies in that thing.
I'm in that thing.
Of course, we can do that. - No, I'm good bro.
Me and Neisha supposed to be
catching a movie tonight, anyway.
- Man, you always talking about some damn Neisha.
- I'm just saying. - Speaking of Neisha, nigga,
ain't that Neisha right there?
- Where? - Nigga right there.
- Nigga, that's Neisha, nigga.
- [EJ] If it ain't her, it's her twin.
- [Davonte] Neisha?
- That's gotta be her, bro. - She ain't shit.
- Yo, Neisha!
Yo, Neisha, Neisha!
Yo, this what you been on for real?
- Nigga, on the dead homies, you better chill!
- Hey, yo, fuck you bro.
- Baby, it is not what you think.
- Nah, I'm good on you.
- Baby, come here! - I'm good on you.
- Well you know what, fuck you then.
At least he take care of me.
Buy me whatever I need.
Bags, shoes, clothes, rent money, whatever.
Now that's love.
- Man, money ain't got shit to do with love.
What's wrong with y'all females these days?
Man, I'm done!
Let's go!
- Well I guess that means you going
to the party tonight, right?
- Man, yeah whatever, man.
- Shit.
- Can we go? - We can go.
- Look, hey check it out.
Let's link up at the Slauson in like an hour.
I gotta get me another chain for tonight.
- And that nigga needs some shoes, so let's go.
Neisha, you ain't shit.
- Whatever!
- [Driver] Sounds like I'm your fucking trick, huh?
- Wait, baby! My purse!
- What?
Girl, every time I walk in your house I'm mesmerized.
- Hmm. It's whatevers.
- Oh!
Girl.
Oh my god.
Anyways, what you wearing to the party tonight?
- Um, I don't know.
- I'm thinking short, sexy, you know tight.
(laughing)
- I don't know.
Girl, you know I don't smoke and drink like that, so.
- Girl you don't need none of that
to turn up and have fun.
But you already know, I'm gonna have my honey.
(both laughing)
- You are too much.
I have literally nothing to wear though.
This is a mess, we should go to the swap meet.
- [Friend] Okay, but you have to take off that turtle neck.
Hey, Mr. Wang!
- Hey, what are you ladies getting into today?
- Uh, we'll probably go shopping.
- You can't speak, Bria?
- Um, we're probably going to the mall or something.
- Well, I'll be back home late.
I need to finish some paper work in the office.
- Bye, Mr. Wang!
You okay?
- Yeah, I'm cool.
- All right, let's go.
- Okay, I'm gonna leave this stuff right there.
- You still need to take off that turtle neck.
- Yeah, I'm gonna change outta this turtle neck.
- What's up, Ma?
- [Momma] Where you been at?
- Getting into trouble.
- Nothing, I was with Rex and EJ on the block.
We going out tonight.
- Well, you better take out that trash
before you think about going anywhere.
- Okay, Ma.
Dang, you ain't gotta yell.
I'm right here.
- Don't raise your mother fucking tone with me!
(scoffs)
- Oh yeah, you definitely getting a hair cut.
Hey Cole, listen.
- What up?
- As it is, say your bitch is getting jumped
by like four fat bitches, right?
- Four fat bitches?
- Right and she throw you a burner.
What you gonna do with the burner?
- Shit, nigga.
Same thing she do
when I tell her to blow out them other niggas on Wednesday.
- What's that? - Nothing.
(all laughing)
- Hey, hey, you know what?
That's crazy 'cause I think it's crazy how my chick
can have all these male friends on Instagram right?
I leave one comment on her cousin's picture saying,
"I wanna eat your booty, LOL."
And she wanna get all disrespected, bro.
- Man, tell her to check her DMs
and then you can feel disrespected.
- [Man] Right, I'm saying it was just a comment.
- Damn man!
Y'all gonna keep talking
or y'all gonna let a nigga get a line up?
Y'all bumping your gums like mother fuckers
ain't got places to be.
- Oh my god, okay look,
don't get your panties up in a bunch your highness.
I got you right now, damn.
Come on, shit, damn.
- That nigga don't need a hair cut.
That nigga need anger management.
- He need to hit up his girl.
He need to get some head or something, shit.
But anyways, damn.
- Hey bro, this hair cut free, bro.
Just come, yeah.
(women giggling)
- Oh, these are cute, girl.
Anyways, what you wearing tonight?
- Girl, I don't even know.
Probably something casual.
You know, I don't like to do too much.
- Well you know I do the most, so.
- You do! (laughing)
- [EJ] Don't even look.
Don't even look.
Oh my god.
- What's up with it?
I like your hair. - Thank you.
- Hey, beautiful.
- Mm, mm.
- I told you niggas.
That's why I like coming to the swap meet.
Nigga, always some baddies, always some baddies.
Listen to me when I say always come to the-
- Bro, shut up.
- Why you so mean? - You saying some dumb shit.
- Mean ass nigga.
Y'all ain't doing shit, just come on.
Y'all just looking.
- Come on, bro. - Come on.
You over here mesmerized and shit, you good?
I mean, wake up.
(muffled music)
- Girl it's about to be lit, lit.
You wanna shot?
- [Bria] Nah, I'm good.
- Girl, it's gonna help you out.
(both giggling)
- [Bria] I'm good though.
- All right.
Why you keep?
- It's a little too short.
- No, it's not, stop it!
It's fine, make it shorter.
Make it a little shorter.
Yeah, okay, that's a little better.
- That's better?
- Oh, it's poking. Okay.
(both laughing)
- [EJ] It better be, shit nigga.
Oh, it's looking lit, okay.
Oh this nigga right here is tripping.
You see the banana pants?
Oh my god.
Hopefully this nigga going home and change it.
I'll park the car right here, nigga.
Just in case we need a quick getaway.
We need to just skirt off.
- [Rex] Hey man, quit touching my chain, bro.
What you doing with two chains on, my nigga?
- [EJ] Bro, my chain little as hell, bro.
Let me wear your chain too.
Shit, your shit big as hell, a real chain.
Bro, stop tripping.
- [Rex] Man, come on man.
You always on that bullshit, man.
- Bro, relax bro, it's just a chain bro.
- Man, give me my damn chain!
- Nigga, take the fucking chain.
- [Davonte] Why do you even need to wear a chain, bro?
- [EJ] Fake as hell anyway.
Hey y'all got some gum?
My breath stink.
- I need the chain to be fly, I need the chain to feel fly.
Look fly, feel fly, do fly shit.
- So you gonna let a chain determine
your level of confidence, bro?
- Worry about your own feelings.
- I mean, I'm just saying, bro. (laughing)
Looking a little.
♪ Uce Lee go hard on the beat ♪
♪ Gotta bang it why you swinging through the street ♪
♪ What up Uce ♪
♪ Uce Lee go hard on the beat ♪
♪ Gotta play it why you swinging through the street ♪
♪ Uce Lee, Uce Lee, Uce Lee ♪
♪ Uce Lee, Uce Lee, go hard on the beat ♪
♪ Uce Lee, Uce Lee, Uce Lee ♪
♪ Uce Lee, Uce Lee go hard on the beat ♪
♪ The traffic's spread up ♪
♪ Keep your head up ♪
♪ Text message, that's how you get fed up ♪
♪ Niggas hunting, rest up ♪
♪ What happened to my nigga ♪
♪ The music was too loud ♪
♪ Couldn't hear him blasting on that nigga ♪
♪ Off that Uce and that juice ♪
♪ When they got him he was stu ♪
♪ When got him there was juice ♪
- Davonte!
- Yo!
Yo what's up?
- Damn, baby.
It's good to see you, man.
- Good seeing you too.
- Yeah, bro how you doing, man?
- I'm doing good, bro.
- It's been a minute, man.
How your mom's doing?
- Man, she's doing great, man.
Actually we having a birthday party for Tiana,
man, you should slide through.
- Yeah, I'm in there. - Yeah.
- All right, yeah, yeah, yeah man.
You still writing?
- Man, I do a little something here and there, you know.
- A little something here and there?
Now, I remember back in the day
we used to call you Langston Hughes, bro.
- Yeah, I mean it's still on the same tip.
You know, I'm not too rusty.
- Hey man, listen, bro.
Writing, that's your purpose, bro.
Stick with that.
- Yeah, I hear you.
- You feel me?
- I hear you, I feel you.
But man, what's going on with you?
- Just graduated from college, bro.
- Word?
- Yeah, man thinking about getting my master's degree.
- Okay, big boy.
- Yeah, that's crazy, you know what I mean?
Coming from the neighborhood.
- Man. - Yeah, man.
- What you get your degree in?
- Business, bro.
Yeah, business man.
I even joined a fraternity.
Yeah, bro these dudes...
So I'm like that, bro.
So I'm like that, yeah they got me on a whole new wave, bro.
I'm talking about real estate, assets,
that's really where it's at, man.
Shit, we own this house.
- Word, this you?
- It's us.
- Wow, man. - Yeah.
- Dang.
Yo, I wish the homies was on that.
- Hey bro, hey look, I'm gonna tell you something
my pops told me before he passed away.
He used to tell me, "It's okay to grow away
from people who ain't growing with you."
- That's real, man.
- You feel me? - Yeah, that's real.
- But fuck all that shit.
Nigga, I'm about to get you a drink.
- All right. - Welcome.
Hey bro, I'm gonna show you the rest of the crib, okay.
It's just as nice.
That's my boy Rocco right there.
- What's going on? - Yo, what's up man?
- That's my boy, Niko, over there.
This beautiful lady right here,
this is my girl, Gabriella.
- Hey, how you doing? - Hey there.
- Davonte.
Hey bro, I'll catch up with you later.
What's up, man? - What's up, G.
- Girl, he really think he could get my number.
With his broke ass.
- Hey, you remember me from the swap meet?
- Yeah, you stalking me?
- No. (chuckles)
But you are divine and if would be mine
I promise I wouldn't waste your time.
- What?
- All right, nevermind.
So where do you stay?
- Madero Heights.
- Okay, cool, cool.
- I'm from Compton but I stay right off of Crenshaw now.
- [Bria] Okay, that's cool.
- I like your earrings.
- Thanks.
- You mind if I get your number?
Look, I just wanna text you
to make sure you get home safely.
If that's all right with you?
- Hmm, I guess.
♪ You don't have to be scared of your dreams ♪
- Um, it's 323. - [Davonte] 323.
- [Bria] 776. - 776.
- 4545, and you can you can store me under Bria.
- [Davonte] Okay, cool.
- Girl, let's go.
- Well, it's nice meeting you again, Bria.
- Yeah, likewise.
(soft music)
- Snacks?
This nigga got the number.
(guys laughing)
This nigga move quick, boy.
- I mean, I'm single. - You quick.
- I can have friends, right?
- Oh my god, miss thang, miss thang.
What's going on?
- No. - What you mean, no?
I can't get your name?
The number, Myspace, Facebook?
God damn.
Oh, so Jet Li got more pull than me, okay.
- Looks like it, bro.
- My nigga look, you know Buddhism, nigga,
I know booty-ism, nigga.
It's a difference right there, okay.
Okay, it's just how I go.
You don't want no smoke, you don't want no smoke at all.
- Oh, you talking about like this smoke right here.
Pew-pew, mother fucker.
Yeah, ching chong, bitch.
Yeah.
- Nigga, he got a gun.
- Looks like you don't want no smoke, huh?
- Watch where you point that shit, nigga.
- Uh-huh.
Oh no, we good, we good.
Anyway, hey, what's up girls?
You know what they say about Asian dudes right?
We eat eat the booty.
Hi, how y'all? - This nigga crazy.
He got a gun, nigga, I ain't about to do it.
He got a gun.
- Aw shit, there go Rachelle right there.
- Here come your ugly ass daddy.
Eddie Jameson!
- You did not announce my government name like that.
You don't be saying my mother fucking name-name.
- That's your fucking name.
What else you want me to call you?
- You must be really mad-mad, huh?
- What the fuck is mad-mad?
- Your mad-mad because you're saying
my mother fucking name-name.
Just go, can y'all go?
- You need to shut the fuck up-up.
And why the hell you ain't been answering
my damn phone calls?
- I've been busy, okay?
Taking care of business, all right?
And you need to stop talking like that in front of my son.
What's up boy, I ain't seen you in a minute.
- You ain't been taking care of shit
and what you need to do is run me my money.
- [EJ] Girl sit back, your breath stink, Rachelle.
- [Rachelle] Uh-uh, who you got up in here?
You better not have no thugs around my baby!
You bringing these thugs around my baby.
Where is she at?
Where's she at? - [EJ] Rachelle,
behind the curtain?
Ain't nobody here, Rachelle. - Where is she at?
- This ain't even my house, Rachelle.
- Um, excuse me.
What y'all think y'all doing?
- Get her, Momma D, go ahead.
- Yeah, better not be no hoes up in here.
And I'll be at your grandma's house tomorrow
to drop of your son.
- Okay, let me give him a kiss before you go.
- Nigga, get outta my face.
- That ain't me, Momma D. I'm sorry.
- Y'all youngsters need to start wearing protection.
- I'm good, Momma. - Davonte, boy.
- [Rex] I ain't got no kids.
- I be trying to make the effort though to see my son, bro.
She's so crazy with her bitter ass
that she's trying to keep my seed from me, my son.
- Hey, bro. - Mine!
- You better not get Camilla pregnant.
- Woo, I'm already knowing.
- She crazy, too.
- Like, why don't you just strap it up, man?
God dang.
- It feel too good, bro.
It's just feel, shit too good, bro.
- So you'd rather go raw and end up with another baby
that you know you can't financially afford?
- Or even worse, nigga.
You might end up with a disease
that'll kill your ass
all because you wanted a quick little nut.
- Facts.
- It still feel good.
I don't give a damn what y'all niggas say, okay.
I'm still going raw, nigga I don't give a fuck!
- Niggas just trying to tell your ass, bro.
- I don't really care, bro.
- [Davonte] Bro, it's Camilla.
- Aw shit, how the fuck she find where I was?
- What the fuck, what you mean shit?
- I ain't going out there.
- What you mean?
You can't be having these females pop up
at my momma's house.
You better go handle that shit.
- God damn, bro.
- Nigga, you...
Get the fuck out of here, bro.
(Camilla speaking in foreign language)
- Hey baby, I was just about to call you.
- Hey baby, yeah, uh-uh.
Excuse me, where were you last night, huh?
(Camilla speaking in foreign language)
- I told you I was kicking it with the homies.
Calm down, mamacita.
- Mamacita? - [EJ] Baby.
- I will no longer be your mamacita
if you try to play me like that again.
I don't have time for your games.
- Baby, I'm sorry.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
How the fuck did you figure out I was here?
- The tracker on your phone, es stupido.
- Oh, you tracking a nigga now.
Okay, look baby that shit gotta stop.
You can't be doing that shit.
Look my momma gonna shut this shit down, baby,
because you can't be doing that shit, look.
- Okay, I'm gonna call you later
because I'm cooking your favorite chicken enchiladas.
- Enchiladas? - The little green sauce.
- With the green sauce?
You know I love the green sauce, baby.
- Poco picante. - Poco picante?
(both growling)
I don't know what that means,
but you know I love it, baby.
(squealing)
- Love you, papi.
- Love you too, mommy.
- And you better answer your fucking phone!
- God, damn.
- Bye.
Love you.
- Damn.
- You better call me, mother fucker!
Bye.
- God, why do I keep attracting these crazy ass females?
Why?
(guys laughing)
It's not funny, what is y'all laughing at?
That shit's not funny.
- That shit is funny, nigga.
All y'all is crazy.
- They crazy but they bad, shit.
- Hi, oh my name's Kara.
We're just checking out some properties in the area
we're interested in possibly purchasing.
- Girl, we thought you was a mother fucking fed.
You can't be popping up like that.
Do you know where the fuck you at?
- Don't mind him.
It's nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.
- Sup?
- What is up? (chuckles)
- [Davonte] So, what brings you to our neighborhood?
- Well, my husband just had some new apartments built
a couple blocks away.
We have property all over California.
We basically buy property cheap, flip it,
and then build more modern amenities.
You know, to make the community look nicer
and well, better.
Well, it's great meeting you guys.
- Bye.
She got cakes.
But what the fuck was she talking about?
That's what I wanna know.
Shit went right past.
- It's called gentrification.
- [EJ] Okay, you about to school us.
- And it's the renovation to a community
or a district in order to conform to the richer class.
- Hey look, this will make our community look nice
so I ain't tripping.
I'm good.
- Nah, but they gonna kick people out.
People like us who can barely afford
to pay rent in our own communities.
- Oh, I didn't know all that shit.
- Shit, but it might be a good thing, though bro.
It might teach us not to sit on our asses
depending on section eight.
- Bro, your missing the whole point.
Did you know that LA got 58 billionaires
and over 58,000 homeless residents?
It's not that people are lazy.
Rent keeps increasing because of this gentrification shit.
- That shit crazy. - Like, for real man,
we out here gang banging over property
but ain't owning shit unless we invest
in the assets in our own communities.
- Nigga, where did you learn this from, nigga?
That's what I wanna know.
This nigga smart.
- I was talking to Nick last night at the party, man.
I picked up some game.
He got me out here doing research.
- That's what's up.
- That's real shit, and he's gonna teach us something.
- Go ahead, preacher man.
- Where the money at?
- Sorry.
Look, how much longer I gotta do this for?
- Baby, what you need?
- This, all of this, this right here.
How much longer?
It's not right, it's just not right.
You are my man.
I shouldn't have to be fucking all these other men!
- Hey, come on now.
Look, you're doing this for you.
You're doing this for us.
All right, it's you.
You're making that money for us.
You're out there making money, for us.
- Do you love me?
(man sighs)
No, like for real, for real?
Do you love me?
- It's all love.
Come on now, you know that.
- So then why do feel it's okay for all these men
to be kissing on me, rubbing on me, fucking on me, huh?
It's not right, it's not, it's not right!
It's not right.
(sobbing)
- Get the fuck out.
Get out!
(sobbing)
You're gonna get in your place
and you're gonna shut your ass up.
- Okay.
- I told you I love you, all right.
Huh?
Shut your ass up.
It's good to smile.
Huh?
- Okay.
- [Man] Yo, what up?
(upbeat music)
- Hey girl.
- Girl, I think a pimp just tried to talk to me.
- [Bria] What?
- And he really think I'm gonna text him.
Oh no.
Anyways, I need a fill in.
- What color you getting?
- I think red, you?
- Hmm.
Maybe like a pink or like a clear.
- Clear?
- Yeah.
- How much is a fill here?
- 25 dollars.
- 25? - Yeah.
- For a fill? - Yeah.
- Oh y'all tripping, tripping, uh-uh.
- Just pay then.
- Girl, if you don't calm down that attitude of yours.
- It's okay, it's okay, I got it, I got it.
It's okay, don't trip, don't trip.
- Girl.
Thank you, boo. - Mm-hmm.
- Rex, Rex! - What's up, bro?
- Oh hey man, what's up my nigga?
See your ass in a minute, nigga.
Man, whatever happened to that biscuit head
you met last night?
She ever text your ass back?
- Hey, she ain't no biscuit head.
- [EJ] Okay, hands up.
- B, yes she did.
- [EJ] Okay, look at you.
- Oh, did that boy ever text you?
- Yes, he did.
Um, he just asked me if I got home safe
and I said yes.
- That's it?
- Yeah.
- Girl, you are so dry.
You need to text him right now
and say something, he was cute.
- What do I say?
- Say, "Hey, what are you doing?" (laughing)
- Okay, okay.
- She be over there trying to act all shy, girl.
(both giggling)
Girl.
Not too much, just a little bit.
I like 'em long.
- Oh shit, she texting me right now.
- Look at you, this nigga happy as a mother fucker.
Having a little rebound and shit.
Oh, I'm happy for you.
Oh now look at you.
You were stressed nigga, I knew you was.
You was like crying. - Shut up.
- [Rex] So what you gonna do, lover boy?
- I don't...
- Hmm!
Take her on a date!
I got you, look.
Hold that up.
I'm gonna take you out to eat
and I'm gonna eat that thang.
- No, nevermind, nevermind.
Shut up, shut up, I'll word it myself.
- [EJ] I wasn't gonna say that.
- Mm-hm, nope.
- Okay, so he just asked me
to go out to eat today.
- Mm, see that's how you do it. (laughing)
And make sure he takes you to like Mistro's,
or Nobu, some fancy shit.
- Take her fucking ass to Church's Chicken.
She gonna love the biscuits and the chicken,
oh my god, nigga,
you can get two plates, nigga, for under 25.
- Nigga, I'm not taking her to no Church's Chicken, fool.
- [EJ] Why not?
- Not on the first date, Church's Chicken?
- Hey, it's cheap.
- And don't be out here dating no broke niggas.
- Girl, it is not always about the money.
- Huh?
- Plus, I feel like he's different
than these other guys.
- Any man that says he's not like these other niggas
is the leader of these other niggas.
- [Rex] Take her to that fish spot.
Nah, better yet- - He said fish spot.
- Take her to Roscoe's.
That's classic and chill for a first date.
- All right, now that might be an idea. That.
- That's just a step off of Church's Chicken.
- [Davonte] Yes, exactly.
- You right, whatever.
- I'm telling you, shit, my boyfriend just broke up with me.
- Which one?
- The one with the curly hair.
Not the one with the dreads.
You know he always gonna be around.
- True, true. - I got that thing on lock.
(both laughing)
- What up? What's up, ladies?
- Ah.
Oh no.
- I knew you all missed me. - Oh my god.
- God damn, y'all looking good.
See, I got these cellies for the load up.
IPhones, U-phones, me-phones.
Shit man, we even got Z-phones.
So now when you call your nigga and he don't pick up,
that mean he's still cheating on your ass.
Shit, but you can call me though.
- Boy, who is calling you?
- Yeah, how you doing?
- You seen them chains?
- Girl, as fake as them phones.
- Hmm.
(women laughing)
- Hey, y'all gonna catch the bus?
You know you ain't got no car.
(EJ shrieking)
- You ain't got no car!
It's true, 'cause he don't got no car.
I'm playing, I'm playing.
- I'm gonna figure that part out.
Thank you though, I appreciate your concern.
- [Rex] Hey no, y'all can catch that 112.
- He said the 112 bus.
Bro look, you forgot.
I drive Uber, remember.
Y'all remember?
I got you bro, trust me. - You said the 112, right?
- Yeah, 112.
- [EJ] I got you, trust me, I got you.
Let me do this, come on man!
- I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, bro.
- Bro, trust me nigga.
What time you need me to pick you up?
I can do it.
What time you need me to pick you up?
- All right, man, 6:00 is cool.
- 6:00 it is then, easy as that.
You feel me?
You better five star me too.
You want a thumb war or something, nigga?
What you... - Oh god.
- I got you brother, trust me.
God damn, y'all can't trust...
- I'm just gonna...
I'll be back.
- Six o'clock! - [Davonte] Whatever, bro.
- I'll be here at six o'clock, okay?
Mother fucker.
- What's good, Moms? - Light that blunt, nigga.
You're over here playing around and shit.
- Shut your ass up.
(EJ laughing)
- My boy, your Uber has arrived!
Don't you touch that.
Don't you touch that!
I got you bro, it's your night.
- What?
- Don't forget to lock up.
You like it?
I had to make sure I was fresh, bro.
I gotta make you look good, feeling me?
- I don't know, I don't know about this but.
- You ain't feeling it? It's my pop's.
Get your ass in the car.
Come on, come on.
I'm just trying to impress your ass.
And put your seat belt on, too.
You better give me a five star.
I don't give a damn.
♪ These rappers they getting that bag man ♪
♪ Catching 'em stepping in the fast lane ♪
♪ Particle particulars hitting the floor ♪
♪ Beyond their bed frames ♪
♪ Surfer something when the wave came ♪
♪ Body boarding on that bang game ♪
♪ Stiff bodies where the gate lay ♪
♪ Heads dropping are they okay ♪
♪ Me and Da Vinci out here trying to sort it up ♪
- [Davonte] Look out!
(tires screeching) - [EJ] Ooh my God, shit.
- Whoa, you need to slow down.
- [EJ] That is you, girl.
You don't answer your fan mail,
I've been writing you for years, girl.
- Look, I appreciate the support but you need to slow down.
- Oh, no, no.
- Bye. - Got you BB.
God damn.
- Yeah that party was cool and stuff last night.
I mean, except when my friend got a gun pulled on him.
Please don't judge me for that.
My friends are crazy.
I'm just a good kid in a mad city.
- Nah, you're good, you're good. (laughing)
I'm just glad y'all didn't get shot.
Because you know, these days being at the wrong place,
at the wrong time. - Yup.
So you ever been here before?
- Nah, what's good?
- Chicken, there's waffles, fish, you name it.
And they season it real good too.
- Mm, well my dad be making me eat healthy
so I've never had none of this
but the fried chicken sounds pretty good.
- Yeah, it is.
So your dad's the chef of the household?
Your mom don't cook?
- Well, me and my dad never had a good relationship.
And my mom died when I was two, so.
(dramatic music)
(gun fires)
- Look, I'm sorry to hear that.
- No, it's cool.
I mean numb to it by now, so.
It's been some years.
- [Waitress] Hey, what are you guys having?
- Um, I'll have a
Obama special.
- Yeah, same.
- [Waitress] Great, I'll bring some waters out for you both.
- Thank you. - [Davonte] Appreciate it.
- So,
how about you?
What's your story?
- Well, I have a hard working black queen as a mother.
Thank you.
And a little sister.
My older brother doesn't come around but every so often
and I don't know where my dad is
or if he's even still alive.
- Hm, sorry to hear that.
Well, it sounds like be both low key
come from broken families.
(both laughing)
- Yeah, yeah.
You look really beautiful by the way.
I meant to say that earlier.
- Thank you. (giggles)
You look nice yourself.
- [Davonte] Here we go.
- [Bria] Yum.
- Whoa.
- Thank you.
(soft music)
- Okay, here we go.
- All right so.
- Just say some grace right here.
- Oh okay.
- Okay, I'm good, I'm good to go.
(dogs barking)
- [Kris] Yo.
What up little bro?
- Big bro.
- What's good, how you doing?
- Good man, chilling.
- [Kris] Where Momma at?
- She in the house, that's what's up.
- What you up to, man?
- Chilling, chilling.
What about you? What you up to?
- You know, staying out the way, man.
I used to be out here with all the fucked shit, man.
Out here pressing nigga's lines.
Ever since I got out though, man.
I'm learning how to stay out.
- Yup, yeah, I feel that.
You working?
- Hell yeah, got this little bullshit job
with a temp agency working with kids.
- Oh, word, ah, okay.
- Nah, I fucking hate kids.
(Davonte laughing)
It's mostly parents, man.
It's some bullshit.
It's starting to feel like a trap.
It's like you get out and they want you to do better
and go get a good job but ain't nobody trying to hire you
with no felonies, bro.
Real quick you start thinking about
how to get back to that fast money.
- Yup, sound like a trap to me.
- Hell yeah.
I'm good though, bro.
Been making a little bread,
taking care of some bills.
Speaking of bills, you been helping mom out?
- Nah, man.
I'm still trying to find a job.
- Nigga, are you even looking?
Come on, bro.
If I can find a job you damn sure could find a job.
You ain't got no felonies.
Go be a notary public or something, man.
Work for yourself.
Come on, man.
Whatever you do, don't end up like me.
- Yeah man, all right, yeah.
- Yeah, let that bullshit I went through be a lesson to you.
Yeah? - Yeah, all right!
- Yeah, all right.
- Brother. - Hey, what's up little one?
How you been? - [Tiana] Good.
- Yeah, what you been up to?
- School.
- Huh, okay.
- I learned about some of the African American inventors.
Like Jan Ernst Matzeliger, Elijah McCoy, Granville T. Woods,
and my fave, Madam C.J. Walker.
- Oh I bet, doing all that here huh?
(both laughing)
Okay, I see Momma gave you all the smarts.
I'm glad you're getting bused to that Valley school though.
You get a better education up there than we did.
- People out here can't help it.
Everyone's just a product of their own environment.
And I wanna be a doctor so I can save lives
and invent a cure to cancer.
- And you will, talking like that.
- What's up, son? - Hey, Mama.
- Good to see ya every now and then.
- It's good to be seen.
You look good.
- And you look good too, baby.
- Hey, I brought that thing.
- Oh, thank you.
Ooh thanks.
- It ain't much but I've been working.
- Thank you. - Aw, my pleasure.
- Momma appreciate it.
(chuckling)
Thank you, son.
Love, good to see you again, baby.
- You too, Momma. - Right.
- All right little one.
Hey, what you doing later?
I got this little honey invited me to a party.
Come on man, you come out with 'em.
Got a little friend, you can run a little interference
for me like you used to.
- Nah, I'm good man, I'm good.
- Yeah, you good. - I'm talking to a girl.
- You talking to girls?
- Ha, yes nigga.
You got jokes, yes.
- Okay, okay.
Momma met her yet?
- Nope.
Nah, probably soon though.
She's supposed to be coming by later.
- Ah, okay.
Well, wish I could stay and World Star the bullshit
but I gotta get to work.
I'm gonna holler at you later, man.
You tell mom I'm out?
- All right.
For sure.
- Now you do remember.
- Hey, always.
- Stay black!
- You wanna see some hoes, man?
- Chill.
- Come on. - Bro, what are we looking at?
- Come on.
- Oh shit, hold on, hold on.
- [Man] Hey bro, ain't that Stephanie?
- They don't call me- - Steph!
Where you been at?
Ma's been worried about your ass and where your clothes at?
- I got 'em on.
- This ain't no fucking clothes.
- [Stephanie] Boy, bye.
- Who got in a blade like this, huh?
- Keyshaun.
He take care of me and he the one
that making sure I got money in my pocket every day.
And I love him for that.
- Love him?
Do you see what you're doing?
Nigga, you hear yourself?
He got you out here selling your soul.
- I'm just following your lead, big brother.
Mr. Drug Dealer.
- Don't do that.
That ain't the same.
I'm trying to help moms out.
- Hey cousin, I got a number
that can help you get outta all of this.
- I don't need no number.
And I don't need y'all help.
Now, move!
Because you fucking up my money.
- All for the money, huh?
Come on.
- I learned from the best.
- I don't understand
why they keep trying to save these hoes.
They don't understand how many people came out here
trying to help, they don't know.
- So, how many girls you slept with?
- What kind of question is that?
- I don't know,
it just seemed like you slept with a lot of girls.
- Look, I've had like three girlfriends my whole life.
- Hm.
- Well, really two because the first one don't count.
- Why it don't count?
- We didn't even kiss.
- Oh, I see.
(laughing)
- How about you?
- Me?
- Yes, you, gorgeous you.
- Oh, I catch bodies.
- Oh, catches bodies.
She catches bodies, oh.
- I'm just playing, I'm just kidding.
I've had like two boyfriends
and been single for like a few months now.
- Two.
So just two? - Yeah.
- Okay, so really you had like six boyfriends
because you know whenever a girl tells a guy
how many guys she dated you gotta multiply
that shit by three.
- That is not funny.
I was just playing.
- I was joking too.
I got jokes too.
- I'm falling for you too fast.
I'm kind of scared.
- Look, I'm not gonna hurt you all right?
- It's hard for me to trust again.
- Yeah, I was hurt by my last girlfriend too.
But I'm not gonna let her mess up what we got going.
You shouldn't let your past ruin your future.
- Oh, so I'm your future?
Okay.
- Yes, you're my future, yes.
- So, why don't ask me out then?
- I mean I will if you give me a chance, dang.
- I just vibe with you, you different.
- So.
- Do you wanna be my girl?
- Mm, let me think about it.
- Mm, she's thinking, she's thinking now okay.
- Yeah, I'll be your girl.
(giggling)
- That sounds like a plan.
- So this is random but what do you think God
put you on this earth to do?
(giggles)
- Man, I don't know.
I like writing, I guess.
- Like what?
- Poetry.
Yeah.
- I wanna hear something.
- Okay.
- For real.
- Oh, you serious?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
All right.
(clearing throat)
Who am I but a black man?
The black man who's dying
in a society where being black is a hot commodity.
Thrown aside as outcasts, outrunning a horrid past.
Reliving the pain of watching our culture
being taken from us like vultures.
This modern slavery torches us through laws unjust
where Jim Crow is just another social media hoe.
Videos uploaded daily of killings
only to bring out the hatred within us
to cause us to strike,
falling right in line with the plan they ascribe
to make us turn on one another with pride.
Describe it as being woke but who am I but a black man
trying not to die on the inside?
- That was amazing.
Why you don't write more?
You could monetize off that shit.
- Yeah, all right.
- For real, why don't you write a book or something?
- Man, Nick was saying that same stuff at the party.
- Um-huh.
- I mean, maybe.
I might, I might do it.
I guess I just gotta do some research
on self publishing or something.
- Yeah, you should.
Because I mean you gotta go for your dreams
or what else are you living for?
- So what about you?
Talking all this inspirational shit.
What are your dreams?
- Hmm.
Well, I don't really know what I wanna do yet.
I'm still finding myself
and finding what makes me happy, you know?
- Yeah, I feel you on that.
- Mm-hm.
- Just know that whatever you choose to do
you're gonna be great at it.
- I'm so grateful for you.
- You know I'm grateful for you too.
- [Momma] Davonte.
- Shit.
Uh, hey.
Hey, Ma.
- Who is this?
- This is my girlfriend, Bria.
- Hi, nice to meet you, I'm Bria.
- Nice to meet you too, sweetie.
- This is my momma.
- Mm-hm. (laughing)
- I have to watch you two.
I'm gonna go get myself together
for the rest of the night.
Now I'll see you two later, all right?
- Okay.
(both giggling)
- That was weird.
- She didn't seem mad, though.
(birds chirping)
- Baby.
Baby wake up.
- Hm?
- Wake up.
Come on, let's take you home.
I know your dad's probably worried about you.
- I doubt he would even know I was gone.
Where are my earrings?
My knees are hella ashy.
- I wasn't gonna say nothing,
but since you said it.
They are getting a little, ooh shit.
(both laughing)
Looks good.
- I know, I was just...
- Bria!
Where have you been?
Who is this?
- This is my boyfriend, Davonte.
We were just down the street by the-
- What did I say about you going over here to this area?
You don't need to be around these hoodlums!
Do you understand me?
Bria!
- What are you even talking about?
All you ever do is judge people.
- Do you wanna end up like your mother, huh?
Go get in the car.
- But Dad, I love him.
- You can't be looking for love in the streets!
- But what else do you expect me to do?
Ever since mom died you never showed me
the love I needed so I had to go out
and find it on my own.
- I provide all I can for you.
- Providing for a child
and raising a child are two different things.
- You can do better.
- I don't care where he's from
or how much money he's got.
He loves me for me and I'm not leaving him.
- You wanna go be with him?
Go!
I am done with this mess!
- Hey, Bria hey.
Hey look, you can stay with me at my house
until your dad calms down, all right?
- All right.
- Uh, Momma, can Bria stay with us a little while?
She kinda got kicked outta her house.
- Well, as long as she don't run up my water bill.
That's fine.
Back in my day, I fell in love all right.
And I got kicked out too.
But one thing I've learned,
always follow your intuition.
- Yeah.
- Y'all be good.
I don't want no grandbabies yet, okay?
- All right, all right Ma.
- All right.
- Aw, lover boy.
- Playa, playa!
Look at y'all booed up, booed up.
- So you ain't gonna introduce us, nigga?
- Fellas, this is Bria, my girlfriend.
- Your girl!
Yeah, y'all official, official?
- Yes.
- It's official? - Yeah.
- Nice to meet y'all.
- Oh my god. - Nice to meet you too.
- Nice to meet you.
- But all right bros, I'm on a mission.
I'll catch y'all later. - All right.
- Hey, I hope you're not still selling that shit, bro.
Hey, hey that shit's a trap.
- [EJ] Trap.
- Look to defeat the Black Panthers
the FBI planted that shit in our communities
to tear us apart. - This nigga know too much.
- [Davonte] That shit's gonna get you killed, bro.
- Look bro, Moms just lost her job
and I need dough fast.
It ain't that deep, fam.
- Davonte stay woke, huh? - [Rex] Always, man.
- [EJ] All woke. Always on somebody's head.
- [Davonte] All right, hey, be safe, bro.
- Stay dangerous, bro.
- All right, bro just be safe, man.
- [Rex] All right, bro, yeah, I'll watch out.
- Hey nigga, your mom still having
T's birthday party this weekend?
Nigga, I love Momma D's cooking.
Her shit be fire.
- Yes, nigga. - She is?
- You a fool, bro, but yes, yes.
You coming through, right?
- Aw, shit.
Hold on, Camilla calling me, nigga.
- Oh, damn.
- Camilla what?
- [Camilla] Where are you?
- Baby, you always pressing me?
- [Camilla] Are you with a girl?
- No, I ain't with no girl.
- [Camilla] You better not be.
- God damn, Gina. - [Camilla] Gina?
- No, no, no, no.
- [Camilla] Oh no, who is Gina?
- You ain't never seen "Martin?"
- [Camilla] No.
- Baby, it's a TV show.
- [Camilla] Is that a novella?
- No, it ain't no damn novella, baby.
Baby, I'm gonna call you back okay?
- [Camilla] No, don't hang up this phone okay?
I better not find out your with somebody.
(speaking in foreign language)
- I gotta go man, Camilla pressing me again.
Bria, nice to meet you, girl.
- Hi. - I'm gonna give you love.
- Hey, hey, no.
You got your own problems, bro.
- All right, brother, I was just playing.
Bye, Bri-Bri.
- Ha, bye.
All right.
- Stupid, stupid.
- Your friends are too funny.
- Man, a fool bro.
Hey, I wanna show you something.
(hip hop music)
♪ Before you pour out the ink you better tap in ♪
♪ Before you light some weed you better tap in ♪
- Sup?
My nigga, what's happening fool?
- Hey, bro.
You got that bread, bro?
- It's all there. - For sure.
- We straight? - Yeah.
- For sure, tap in with you a little later.
- Stay dangerous. - Watch your ass, fool.
- Yup.
- Oh my god, this view.
- Yeah.
This is where I come to get away.
Smoke a few blunts here and there, well I used to.
Now I just mainly write my poetry.
This is my escape.
- This is beautiful.
So how'd you find this spot?
- At school, I guess.
One day we were just roaming around, me and the homies,
and some how we found this building.
Made our way up here to the roof
and I've just been coming here ever since.
- Man, that's crazy.
(chuckles)
- Bria.
- Yeah?
- Do you know how beautiful you are?
I don't know why you don't see it, but others do.
- You're just saying that.
- No, I'm serious.
Look at me.
You are the true definition of beauty.
My soul rises when we collide.
Around you I feel multiple tides
as I sway from side to side
I realize that this love I feel will never subside
for now I see,
that the reason that God created my eyes is you.
- Why are you so good to me?
- What, there can't be just genuine black men out here
that wants genuine unconditional love?
- Well, I'm not saying all that, but-
- Listen, I love you, all right?
I love you.
All right, that's it.
End of story, shit, at this point
I might as well be in love with you.
- Well, I love you, too.
(giggles)
(soft music)
- [Davonte] I've never felt this feeling.
The way she makes me feel.
The way she looks at me.
The way I look at her.
Her brown eyes.
I see the pain in hers, the same pain I see in mine.
She gives me the feels from my cuticles
to the tip of my spine, divine,
she is truly divine.
It's like I've known her in a past life.
She feels so familiar.
This love feels so familiar.
Familiar in a way I want to protect her.
To love her.
This is the type of love you just can't explain.
The type of love money can't buy.
(upbeat hip hop music)
♪ I was just young in my zone ♪
♪ Had a dream all alone ♪
♪ Putting music on Myspace ♪
♪ Just hoping you would play my song ♪
♪ I ain't do music to text ♪
♪ Youngin's trying to get on ♪
♪ We was young to press out the neck ♪
♪ After that they told me I'm next ♪
♪ See it all started changing ♪
♪ Writing raps all in my first ♪
- What's up, fool?
- What's happening, bro?
How you doing man? - Blessed, man.
Where is it?
- I got that right here.
- That's what I'm talking about.
My mother fucking money.
- [Rex] Everything good with you?
- [Dealer] Everything's awesome.
Dough right.
- [Rex] Finish that bum.
- Like it was supposed to man, you know what I'm saying?
Yeah.
Hey, hold on a second, real quick.
Let me take this.
Hello?
Wait, she did what?
♪ I woulda did anything to make it work ♪
♪ But it aint always what it seems ♪
♪ But I had to keep it going ♪
♪ Lights flashing, cameras rolling ♪
♪ I'm just staying in the groove ♪
- Fuck that.
This nigga got all this loot.
This nigga's gotta eat too.
- My bad, man.
So we good? - [Rex] Yeah.
- So look, next time you need to re-up though?
Hit that nigga Chuckee up, my nigga.
- Yup, sure he's cool.
Watch your ass, bro.
- Stay dangerous, fool. - Yeah.
♪ From the hat to car ♪
♪ From the surf to the sewers ♪
♪ Everything's brand new, brand new ♪
♪ Now everything ♪
(phone buzzing)
(Davonte sighs)
- Man, Rex be on some dumb shit.
- You need to stop hanging out with him
before you get caught up.
- Look, we've been friends since we was little.
He's my day one.
- Hmm.
Well it's okay to grow away
from people that ain't growing with you.
- Bria, you ain't gotta school me, all right?
Come here.
(Bria giggling)
(knocking)
- Hi, can I help you?
- Um. (clears throat)
Is your,
is your mother home?
- Look, if you're Jehovah's Witness-
- Nah, nah. - I don't mean to be rude but-
- No, I'm not that.
I'm...
I'm your father.
(Davonte laughing)
- Nah man, that's funny though.
- Look, it's a complicated situation
between your mother and I but now that I'm back on my feet,
I wanna get to know my family.
- Well, my mom's not home
so you're gonna have to come back later.
- Okay.
I'll come back later.
- Yeah.
(man sighing)
- So how long have you been dating my brother?
- Hmm, like about a few months now.
- Well, you're the nicest girlfriend he's ever brought over.
- [Bria] Aw. - You're my favorite.
- You're too sweet. (chuckles)
- So do you do affirmations?
- Um, no I don't. What are those?
- So we learned this in class.
We basically teach girls how to love
what we see ourself as and we say it aloud.
- Okay. - Like this.
- You are beautiful, you are strong,
you are loving, you are whole.
Now you try it.
- Okay, um, I am beautiful, I am strong,
I am loving, and I am whole.
- Doesn't that make you feel all good inside?
- That does, actually.
I've gotta try it more often. (chuckles)
- Well, I'm gonna ask my mom to do my hair
'cause this is too much.
- Okay. (laughing)
- Ow!
- Girl, you better knock that off.
You have beautiful hair.
We just got more to work with.
Shit, everybody wanna curl their hair like ours,
pump their lip like ours.
You never be afraid to show this world who you are.
Do you hear me?
- Yes, Momma.
- Okay.
- All right, y'all.
We'll be right back.
- [Momma] Hey. - See y'all in a few.
- All right, y'all be safe now.
- [Bria] Bye.
- You got that black girl magic, you hear me now?
- Yes.
- All right now.
- What you mean the money gone?
You better go find that shit
or I'm gonna knock you and your bitch ass head off.
- Look, chill.
We already on it. - All right.
(man snorting)
- My guy. - What up, niggas?
- What's up, bro?
- What's up, Bria? - What's up?
- Man, where you coming from?
- Aw, been making my rounds this morning.
Man, what y'all got going?
- Man, you know.
Just out and about in the city.
Walking around with my lady.
- She looking like the sunshine.
(all laughing)
- Always got the jokes, huh?
- [Rex] Man, it's a beautiful day, man.
- I know, right?
Man, I wish all the days was like this.
- Hmm. - Hold up.
- Rex, what's up?
- We're gonna have to reroute.
That look like Prosper's car.
Looking janky right now.
- What's going on?
- All right, all right.
Okay, on the count of three,
we gonna cut back towards that alley.
When I say go, you gonna make a dash
for the crib, all right? - Sure.
- All right.
One,
two,
three!
♪ Desperado, hold up ♪
(gun fires) ♪ Right hand on the Bible ♪
♪ Get Benz like El Chapo ♪
♪ Chapo ♪
♪ (indistinct) call me macho ♪
♪ Macho ♪
♪ Bad bitch call me gato ♪
- [Prosper] Fuck, mother fucker jammed.
Shit!
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ I'm out here with diablo ♪
♪ I was a gunner for some of the riders ♪
♪ With all the pull ♪
♪ One of the youngest ♪
♪ When I started I was a mule ♪
♪ Only players with them things ♪
♪ Honey those were threes ♪
♪ Kilos trying to make it home ♪
♪ All cans one way fly them back again ♪
♪ Quick fans, now they racks, ♪
♪ In my socks again ♪
♪ Made it through security with my bags weight ♪
♪ Already in the baggage ♪
♪ Got money in the million ♪
- Hey, you see where that bitch
and them two niggas went?
- I don't know nothing, man.
- All right.
♪ Play no games in dope trains, ho ♪
♪ Bring more chains, brings more thangs ♪
♪ The gold fangs ♪
♪ Po-po came, I don't know names ♪
♪ See eyes went wide ♪
♪ They spots for the good game ♪
♪ Hood desperado ♪
♪ Hold up ♪
♪ Right hand on the Bible ♪
♪ Showed up ♪
♪ I'm out here with diablo ♪
- You probably forgot I knew
that ribs was your favorite.
- I mean, these ribs look delicious.
And you are the only one that can get me
to eat some broccoli.
- You like broccoli like your daddy do?
Baby, can you put that phone down?
- Yeah. - For the last time.
- [Tiana] Sorry, Momma.
- Well, I like my potatoes.
- Man, fuck this shit, for real, dog.
- [Momma] Hey, watch your mouth!
What's going on?
- Niggas just shot at me and Bria.
I'm fitting to go get my ass a gun, man.
Fuck this!
- Call your brother, Kris. - Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, Davonte!
You ain't gotta do all that, son.
- Son?
Oh so now all of a sudden you a father?
Man, get outta my face.
- Listen, I know I've been gone awhile.
But you gotta understand.
- Yo, yo, you can leave, bro.
How the hell you think you can come up
into my momma's house and control anything
up in here after you've been gone my whole life?
Nigga, you got me fucked up.
- Boy, you better watch your mouth!
I am still your father!
- Father. (laughing)
What do you know about being a father?
You were never there when I needed you.
- I messed up.
I had to get my life together.
But I'm here now.
- Hey, can we all just chill out?
Tiana's birthday is tomorrow.
Can we keep this weekend cheerful, please?
- I'm sorry, Ma.
Fuck this. - Davonte, wait.
- Just give him some space.
- Man, fuck this shit, man.
- Yo, yo, yo what's good, bro?
- Man, shit almost got me and my girl killed.
Because I ain't had no heat on me
but it's cool, I'm finna go get me one, man, don't trip.
- Wait, wait, nigga what?
- Matter of fact, I know exactly what I'm finna to do.
I'm finna go join a gang
because that's the only way a young nigga like me
is gonna survive out here.
- What the fuck are you talking about?
- Yeah, what the fuck are you talking about, huh?
Nigga, this ain't that life you wanna live, nigga.
Don't be like me, bro.
I can barely feed my mother fucking family, nigga.
I can't even sleep since I got out,
let alone get a good job.
- I really ain't trying to hear that right now.
- Oh no?
Yo D, you smarter than that, man.
Don't be like me, bro.
You know the hood ain't nothing but a fucking trap.
A mother fucking cycle, man.
Don't make a permanent decision on a temporary situation.
- Whatever, man. - Oh whatever, huh?
What's up, nigga?
Huh, you wanna be like me?
Huh, huh!?
You wanna be out here slinging every day?
Looking over your shoulder,
risking your mother fucking life everyday, huh?
Nigga, I got these bullet wounds, nigga.
And they don't mean a mother fucking thing.
You think anybody looking out for me?
No, nigga.
And I know.
That's what I'm trying to tell your mother fucking ass.
You got this up here, man.
You could make it out.
What the fuck is you doing?
- Look, I'm just sick and tired
of feeling like I ain't got the means
to protect myself, you, or my family.
- But baby, you don't need a gun to do all that.
- Yeah, you wouldn't even understand.
You don't even live over here.
I bet you never even had to move a finger
to get what you want. - That is not true.
- Oh yeah, bet you never lost homies to these streets.
You don't know what that feels like.
- No, but I lost my mom to these streets
and I know exactly what that feels like.
- Fuck.
Hey baby, look, I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have let all my anger out on you like that.
I didn't mean it.
- Yeah, it's cool, whatever.
- Look, I love you, all right?
- Yeah, I love you too.
- Hey, I love you and I'm sorry.
(soft music)
♪ I'm all you need ♪
(upbeat hip hop music)
- Hey, ooh, hey.
Hey, what's your name?
- Gabby.
- You look good in them scrubs, girl.
You must be a nurse or something.
- I'm a cardiovascular surgeon.
- Damn.
You are one fine doctor.
- Thank you.
- Wait, let me help you with that.
- Oh, please remove your phalanges.
- Wait, what the hell is phalanges?
- It's the medical term for fingers.
Have a nice day.
- What's a medical term for booty?
♪ I won't take you for granted ♪
♪ Don't think I don't wanna be your man ♪
♪ I can't sleep without you in my bed ♪
♪ Girl, I'll show you everything ♪
- Happy Birthday, Tiana. - Thank you.
Let's go get something to eat.
- And what else would you like?
- [Tiana] Um, I think that'll be it.
- [Friend] That's it?
- Tiana, baby, can you go to the car
and see if you see my phone in there
after you get through, baby?
- Yes, Momma. - Thank you, mama.
(man snorting)
(phone buzzing)
- Yo.
- Tay.
Will you please tell me the name
of the exit program for quitting prostitution again?
Huh, what is it?
Yeah, I gotta get a real job and just start over.
I can't do this.
This life is not for me.
All right.
(soft music)
♪ Paradise ♪
♪ Girl I gotta have ya ♪
(screeching tires)
(gun fires) (people screaming)
(Tiana sobbing)
- Tiana!
No, no.
(dramatic music)
No, no. - My baby, no!
No!
Tiana, no!
Oh my Lord, please!
Somebody call an ambulance!
I'm right here, baby.
Momma's right here, baby.
I got her, Davonte.
Go get some help!
I'm with you, baby.
You just stay with me baby, please.
Help!
(screaming)
- That's it, man.
That's it, it's a done deal.
That nigga's dead.
I ain't scared of that nigga.
Give me that gun.
- Bro, chill what the fuck you doing?
- [Bria] Davonte, calm down!
- Give me that shit.
- [Bria] Calm down. - No, fuck that.
God don't love me. - Calm down, calm down.
- [Davonte] God don't love me.
What you want me to calm down for?
- [Bria] Calm down, put the gun down.
(Davonte shouting)
- It's all my fault, bro.
That's on me, I'm sorry, bro.
He was after me, I'm sorry.
- Oh, you sorry?
You sorry?
- Chill bro, I said I was sorry!
(all shouting)
- [Bria] Calm down!
- Relax, bro.
I know it's fucked up, bro.
We better than this.
- He took my sister.
My sister!
She ain't do nothing!
You know where he lives, right?
Where he stay at, Rex?
Off Imperial?
- Yeah.
- I'm gonna go kill that nigga.
- Baby, listen I know you're hurting
but innocent people are getting killed over pride.
- Man, fuck that.
- Listen to your girl, D. - They took my sister from me!
- She's right, D. - My sister!
It shoulda been you, Rex.
Or shit, it shoulda been me.
(ominous music)
- [Rex] Yo, D! - [Bria] Stop!
Davonte, stop!
- Yeah man, but I'm trying to get to some real money.
- I feel ya my nigga.
I feel ya, you gotta stay on your grind
out here in these streets.
- Take your ass in the house.
- Well shit, man.
I'm about to head to the studio, dog.
- Do your stuff, man.
Stay dangerous, stay safe too, man.
- Sure, man, hey, you stay safe out here.
I mean, these streets ain't it.
- I already know, my nigga.
- All right, bro.
- I'll holler at you, fool.
- All right. - Yeah.
- [Davonte] What's up?
- You gonna shoot, nigga?
(gun fires)
- Come on, nigga let's go.
Come on.
(somber piano music)
♪ Send me an angel, give me a hand to hold ♪
♪ I don't have the strength ♪
♪ To stand here on my own ♪
♪ Be that rock I need when I'm breaking down ♪
♪ Come and rescue me before I hit the ground ♪
(mother sobbing)
♪ Even though it hurts to see her go ♪
♪ My faith in you is strong ♪
♪ Because I know ♪
♪ She's going home ♪
♪ And it won't be long ♪
♪ No it won't be long 'til she's with you ♪
♪ She's going home ♪
♪ And it won't be long ♪
♪ No, it won't be long ♪
♪ 'Til she's with you ♪
- Hey D, hold up, man.
Look, I'm sorry for your loss.
- Yeah, it's all good, thanks.
- You're real strong for forgiving your boy.
I don't think I could.
Do you know, you saved a lot of lives doing that, homie.
Cripps and Bloods could learn a lot from you.
It's what the government want us to do.
Kill our own people.
It's time for us to come together.
- It's good seeing you, man.
- You too, man.
Tell Momma D, stay up.
Hold your head, man.
(ominous music)
- I love you, T.
- [Protester] Enough is enough!
- [Protesters] Enough is enough!
- [Protester] Enough is enough!
- [Protesters] Enough is enough!
- [Protester] Justice for Tiana!
- [Protesters] Justice for Tiana!
- [Protester] Justice for all the black victims!
- [Protesters] Justice for all the black victims!
- Enough is enough!
- [Protesters] Enough is enough!
- Enough is enough!
- [Protesters] Enough is enough!
- Enough is enough!
- [Protesters] Enough is enough!
- Enough is enough!
- [Protesters] Enough is enough!
(somber music)
- [Davonte] Tiana, you were only 12 years old.
The smartest of all Momma's kids.
You were gonna be a doctor.
And because one of my homies got greedy,
you will never be able to cure cancer.
- [Girl] We will miss you, Tiana.
Thank you so much for being an amazing friend to me.
- It's okay, baby.
Tiana will be remembered for the angel she is.
- I know.
- [Davonte] I'm a best selling author now, T.
I did it, I made Momma proud.
Bria told me to name my first poetry book after you
and so I did.
I hope you like it.
I built the courage to write out my emotions
instead of channeling them into revenge.
It was like you said.
Everyone's a product of their environment,
but I just always thought it would be me to die first.
I guess in these streets, age ain't nothing but a number.
(dramatic music)
(gun fires) (breathing heavily)
(soft music)
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ South Central ♪
♪ Know what I mean ♪
♪ Yeah love ♪
♪ What up Uce ♪
♪ Never felt a love like this ♪
♪ I swear ♪
♪ I wanna be with you everywhere ♪
♪ Freedom of choice ♪
♪ Freedom of thought ♪
♪ If your love was locked I know the code by heart ♪
♪ Where did all this start ♪
♪ South Central ♪
♪ We breed love, we breed killers ♪
♪ If it ain't love what is it ♪
♪ Can you help me ♪
♪ My first mind, it never failed me ♪
♪ You been on my mind, heavy ♪
(soft music)
♪ Uh, I gots to keep it on me dirty ♪
♪ Glock 40, living this ♪
♪ Cali life ♪
♪ They say it don't rain in the sunshine state ♪
♪ Well feel the mist ♪
♪ Well, bitches will move you in ♪
♪ Here's the key, put you on your feet ♪
♪ Living this ♪
♪ How you understand a thug ♪
♪ That California love ♪
♪ Uh, I'm on the 110 coasting ♪
♪ Fast track, wide open ♪
♪ Past USC, I hear the crowd wild ♪
♪ Whistle touch down, ran back by a Trojan ♪
♪ Back to back Benz is being bolstered ♪
♪ We just switching up lanes by the ocean ♪
♪ Have my niggas over for the day party ♪
♪ We ain't gotta pay, just open the gate ♪
♪ Take a look at my face ♪
♪ Straight darling ♪
♪ Moving with probable caution ♪
♪ We at the Slauson ♪
♪ Trying to catch a nigga here flossin' ♪
♪ Hit tattoo Joe, for sho ♪
♪ Before I hit the door ♪
♪ I be in the cut playing possum ♪
♪ In the whip with the thots ♪
♪ Getting bamboo earrings ♪
♪ Chilling at Hawkins ♪
♪ How you understand a thug ♪
♪ That California love ♪
♪ Yeah, uh, I gots to keep it on me, dirty ♪
♪ Glock 40, living this ♪
♪ Cali life ♪
♪ They say it don't rain in the sunshine state ♪
♪ Well feel the mist ♪
♪ Well, bitches will move you in ♪
♪ Here's the key, put you on your feet ♪
♪ Living this ♪
♪ How you understand a thug ♪
♪ That California love ♪
♪ I gots to keep it on me, dirty ♪
♪ Glock 40, living this ♪
♪ Cali life ♪
♪ They say it don't rain in the sunshine state ♪
♪ Well feel the mist ♪
♪ Well, bitches will move you in ♪
♪ Here's the key, put you on your feet ♪
♪ Living this ♪
♪ How you understand a thug ♪
♪ That California love ♪
♪ Cali a great place to live ♪
♪ All these connects ♪
♪ Shout to to Mexicans ♪
♪ Much respect ♪
♪ And watch them fitted hats if you a guest ♪
♪ Roaming the wrong block will get you wet ♪
♪ So play chess with the gangs ♪
♪ What's your name, where you hang ♪
♪ Where you stay ♪
♪ Running through the city of LA ♪
♪ Gotta have sex on the beach in the sand, that's a date ♪
♪ Basketball wives in them rates ♪
♪ Gotta hit tens or roll straights ♪
♪ My niggas scan the throat Benz ♪
♪ Welcome to the spot, I'm the dope man ♪
♪ Nigga wanna smoke, get it for the low ♪
♪ Take a trip out to Oakland ♪
♪ Send your girl to the postman ♪
♪ Put it motion, blow it right open ♪
♪ How you understand a thug ♪
♪ That California love ♪