Step Up: High Water (2018–…): Season 3, Episode 6 - You Know What It Is - full transcript
Previously, on
"Step Up...
You took the gun
that was registered to you.
You killed him.
Get the fuck
out of my face, bitch!
Shit done hit the fan.
It's a grant of immunity.
You say what I need you to say.
Or I will see to it
that you are locked away
for a very long time.
Testify, bruh...
If Sage gets sent up,
- the world is ours, bruh.
- All right.
Collette is High Water.
She's the only one
who looked out for me,
the only one that
looked out for all of us.
There's nothing going on
with me
- and Collette.
- It doesn't feel like nothing, Rigo.
I thought
this was about me and you.
Fuck Marquise.
I got to get out of Atlanta.
I can't come with you.
I gave up on running.
Did you mean what you said?
Goddamn,
I didn't see that coming.
Can you believe that?
Put me back
on the stand, Cruz... do it.
Tell me what you got,
or sit your ass down.
Get ready!
♪ Step up in the spotlight ♪
♪ Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo ♪
♪ Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo ♪
♪ Yo, yo, yo ♪
♪ Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo ♪
♪ Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo ♪
♪ Yo, yo ♪
♪ Yo, yo, yo ♪
♪ I'm looking ♪
♪ For a better day ♪
♪ Wanna live my dream ♪
♪ Step up in the spotlight ♪
♪ Wanna step up
Step up in the spotlight ♪
♪ Want the money
Want the fame ♪
♪ Want the love
Not the same ♪
♪ I want it all ♪
♪ Step up in the spotlight ♪
♪ Wanna step up
Step up in the spotlight ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Oh ♪
Chaptabois' "Hard Life" plays...
♪ Uh, hard life, hard life ♪
♪ Got hard life
For my urban suit ♪
♪ Many demons face
Many demons ♪
♪ Say my check
Like ace deuce ♪
♪ Clockwork, clockwork ♪
♪ It's like clockwork
Tryin' to get ahead ♪
♪ Hatin' on me,
They back-biters ♪
♪ They sell they soul
For a piece of bread ♪
Are there any final witnesses
before we conclude?
I know who killed East-O.
Just put me on the stand.
Yes, Your Honor.
I have one final witness.
Very well. Proceed.
The people call
Marquise Howard.
♪ Rah rah rah ♪
♪ There's a rumble
In the jungle ♪
♪ Better stay up
Outta trouble ♪
♪ Think the ground
About to crumble ♪
♪ Wanna live
You gotta hustle ♪
♪ Just be careful
Not to stumble ♪
♪ This require
More than muscle ♪
♪ You won't make it
Bein' humble, hey ♪
Do you swear to tell
the truth, the whole truth
and nothing but the truth,
so help you, God?
♪ Think the ground
About to crumble ♪
- ♪ Wanna live, You gotta hustle ♪
- I do.
Proceed.
♪ You won't
Make it bein' humble, hey ♪
Mr. Howard, you worked
for Ernest Octavio
for many years, did you not?
Yes.
Would you say
that you were close?
I mean, we worked together,
so... yeah, I guess so.
You guess so?
Mr. Howard,
everyone in this courtroom
is aware of Mr. Octavio's
line of work.
You might run High Water,
but I run the streets, nigga.
He ran
an illegal drug syndicate
that you were a part of.
Were you not, in fact,
one of his most trusted
foot soldiers?
A lackey of sorts?
It wasn't like that.
Really?
Because by all accounts,
Mr. Octavio was
a fairly scary character.
If he told you to do something,
you wouldn't question it,
would you?
Good. Good.
Thank you.
Now that we have that straight,
tell me about the night
East-O was killed.
East was pretty worked up.
He was pissed off
about Sage dissing Rigo
and... about Sage stuntin'
on him about Collette.
And when I left him
that night,
he said he was gonna square
things with Sage
once and for all.
And how was he going
to do that?
He was gonna make Sage
give Rigo a contract.
And if he didn't, he was gonna
expose some shit...
Criminal shit,
kind of shit that might hurt
Sage or ruin his career.
So, when East-O
left you that night,
it was with the express purpose
of threatening Sage.
Yes.
And then later
that night he was shot dead?
I never saw East-O
again after that.
Hmm.
Marquise...
did East-O
ever physically strike you?
Sometimes.
Aah!
You hear me
when I'm talkin' to you? Huh?
Did it scare you
when he got violent with you?
Yeah, sometimes.
Enough that you
feared for your life?
Well?
Did you fear for your life?
Could you understand
why Sage might have?
If you askin' me
if I think Sage Odom
killed East-O...
...then the answer is no.
Sage Odom might be a asshole,
but he's also a pussy.
Thanks.
That gun don't even
belong to Sage.
You're dismissed.
I have nothing further
for this witness.
Uh, Your Honor,
I have some questions
I'd like to ask Mr. Howard,
if that's okay.
Mr. Howard, how are you?
I'd like to talk
about this gun for a moment.
What makes you so sure
that this gun...
doesn't belong to my client,
Sage Odom?
'Cause I was there
when Sage gave it to East-O.
You were?
Yeah, I was, like, 16.
So, just to be clear,
crystal clear,
what you're saying is that
this gun did not belong to Sage
and that you think
somebody else used this gun
to kill East-O.
Is that what you're saying?
Is that what you're saying,
Mr. Howard?
That's exactly
what I'm sayin'.
- Thank you.
- Hey, no, objection!
The witness
wasn't at the scene.
He has no idea what happened,
and by his own account,
he left East-O
and never saw him again.
Wait, wait.
Hang on.
I didn't see East-O again
that night,
but...
I did see Sage.
Why is that Mr. Howard?
Because I was followin' him.
East told me just follow him
and not to let him
out my sight.
Why did East-O
have you follow Sage?
Because we was
gonna kill him.
Objection.
I actually got a picture.
Do you want to see?
- Yes. Yes, we do.
- Your Honor,
- this is pure fantasy.
- Your Honor.
Wanna know
what's real fantasy?
Your case.
Order. Order.
I'll see attorneys
in my chambers immediately.
Mr. Howard, you too.
- Let's go. Let's go.
- Fuck.
Why didn't you show this
to the police
when you were questioned?
It was right after East-O died.
Sage wasn't even a suspect,
and ain't nobody say
shit about a gun.
It wasn't nothin' to tell.
So why are you bringing
this forward now?
What changed?
Her.
What?
Why is that?
- I'm asking the questions here.
- I'm sorry, Your Honor.
You care to elaborate?
When she first took over,
she told me to lie.
I never asked him to lie.
And when I said I wouldn't,
she gave me this.
And when I still said no,
she threatened to send me
back to jail
if I ain't say
what she want me to say.
I mean, come on,
we're taking the word
of common criminals
over the DA now?
Well, when the criminal
shows up with enough receipts
to fill a cookie jar,
yes, we are.
Your Honor, we have no weapon.
We have no physical evidence.
Now, what we do have
is a clear alibi for my client
and a DA that should be charged
with witness tampering.
Please be seated.
I am ruling that the people
have not met their burden here.
Furthermore, ethical questions
have been raised
concerning DA Baxter's
behavior.
I am therefore
dismissing the case.
- Ha!
- What?
- Yes!
- That's bullshit!
Bullshit!
Mr. Odom, you are free to go.
♪ Sing it in
And sing it out ♪
♪ No, there's no ♪
♪ Piece of me
You don't know ♪
♪ Why you gotta ♪
♪ Sing it in and sing it out ♪
♪ Not so hard to figure out ♪
♪ Sing it in and sing it out ♪
It's over, baby.
- It's over.
- Yeah. Yeah.
It's finally over.
Mm.
Hello.
I am excited and ecstatic
to announce that today
is not only a victory
for my client, Sage Odom.
I can't believe
it's all over now.
- Mmm...
- I can't believe it.
You know I couldn't have got
through this without you.
I love you.
Mmm!
- Mmm.
- Okay, all right.
I'm gonna shake it off.
Sage Odom is back.
It's time to get to work.
You ready, Ms. Odom?
- Yes, Mr. Odom.
- Let's get it going.
Marquise,
what the fuck, bro?
Why didn't you tell me
you knew Sage didn't do it?
Don't you get it?
I wasn't tellin'
nobody that, Rigo,
especially not a disloyal
motherfucker like you.
Sage. Sage. Sage!
All right, all right,
one at a time, one at a time.
How does it feel
to be a free man?
Come on, now,
how you think it feels?
It feels like victory.
You know what?
Have fun on the motherfucking
streets, a'ight?
And have fun with the DA, too,
'cause she about to get all up
in your fuckin' ass.
My nigga,
I might get smoked for this,
so for this last
little bit of life
I might actually
have on this earth,
I'm gonna do the shit
I want to do,
and I don't give a fuck
what nobody think.
You ain't my brother, nigga.
You damn sure.
Ain't my friend.
Victory for me,
victory for my people,
and victory for the people
of the city of Atlanta,
but make no mistake,
the judicial system is flawed,
a'ight?
'Cause of people like her.
You have not heard
the last of me on this
but in the meantime,
if you'll excuse me,
I'd like to get my lady
out of the water.
Thank you, thank you,
thank you.
Yeah, I hope you enjoyed
your little 15 minutes,
'cause that shit is almost up.
Payback's a bitch,
know what I'm sayin'?
Stay warm. Enjoy your Uber.
♪ Well, listen at it thunder ♪
♪ Gee, but it's bad outside ♪
I should go away more often.
I mean, not...
Maybe not jail, though,
like fucking Maldives
or some shit.
Okay.
Mm!
Okay.
Back to the grind.
Okay.
A'ight, remind me
that I gotta get on a call
with Ray from, uh...
what's-what's
the name of the PR firm?
Satellite?
Yeah, Satellite.
Are you sure
you want to do that right now?
And Kelly. Kelly.
Got to get on the phone
with Kelly about the merch.
What the fuck is the hold-up
with that shit anyway?
Okay. All right, so...
Well...
I guess that means, uh,
our little welcome-home party
is over for now?
- Hmm?
- 'Lette, you know this shit
could've went
way different, right?
And that time that was taken,
I got to get that shit back.
- Yeah, I know.
- Yeah, we got to... we got to...
We got to catch up.
Well, can't we just, like,
catch up tomorrow?
Tomorrow is interviews,
and we got to prep for those.
Come on, baby,
you know what it is.
Back on the grind.
Back on the grind.
Okay, maybe we could just,
uh, I don't know,
maybe just pick one big outlet.
Oh, and, um, rehearsals, okay?
Get my goddamn tour
back on track.
You know, Sage, maybe, uh,
maybe you should, like, take a
little bit of time to recover.
You know, it'd be nice
if you could just heal.
I don't know, you've been...
You've been through a lot.
Yeah, maybe you're right.
A-a'ight, maybe you're right.
Maybe you're right.
Maybe I do need a-a minute.
- Yeah?
- One, singular.
One minute, yeah?
Just...
You know what? Just who
I wanted to goddamn talk to.
What's going on
with my goddamn record?
♪ Mm, mm ♪
How did it feel
when they slammed
those bar doors in your face...
for a crime you did not commit?
It felt kind of like, uh,
screaming fire in a crowd,
but nobody's listening.
I mean, I-I can honestly say,
with no shame,
it's one of the most
humbling...
...terrifying experiences
of my life.
It's burned on
the back of my brain, I swear,
but, um, I-I feel like
it needed to happen...
'cause, see, what it did is
it opened my eyes
to how broken
this country really is.
Nobody really cares
if you're innocent, guilty.
It hardly
even matters anymore.
I mean, we've been shown
that time and time again,
especially Black people.
Yo, that's my boy, Sage.
I mean, one minute,
I'm on a jet
headed to my next show.
The next minute, I'm on laundry
duty in a cement building.
But I was fortunate.
I had resources.
You know, a lot of people
that go through
what I went through...
They don't have resources.
So what happens to them?
I spent time inside
with this cat...
Magic.
So much talent, so much joy,
but he's just sitting there...
Just sitting there, waiting
on somebody to realize that-
that he been
in there way too long.
Lost in the system.
Sounds like
the men you were inside with
left quite
an impression on you.
I'm not gonna forget
about 'em.
Any of 'em.
Coming up,
Sage Odom...
Yo. Hey, yo, Sage Odom
is on prime time
talking about me, baby.
Man, that's
fucking bullshit, bro.
Y'all hear this bullshit
this man spitting out here?
This nigga ain't gettin' up
out this bitch
thinkin' about your ass,
silly boy.
Sit your silly ass down
somewhere.
You fuckin' stuck.
I want to pivot now
to talk about
what's next for you.
Oh, absolutely.
Yeah, we can... we can
definitely talk about that.
The son of the very man
you were accused of killing
will be filling
your stadium seats
and playing a show
that you were supposed to play.
Yeah, yeah.
But, luckily,
I'm taking it back.
This Friday after Chicago,
QB's back on the field,
and it's game time.
Seattle... two weeks.
I'll see you there.
- Aah!
- Jesus! Rigo!
- Stop!
- Fuck this!
Chicago?
All I get is fuckin' Chicago?
Man, you're lucky
to still have Chicago.
What?
- And how does that help?
- Nah, go on, King.
Share your thoughts
with the fucking class.
Everyone's sayin'
that you came for Sage
but you ain't shit.
They straight up
clowning you, man.
Even your boy Richie Ross
dropped off as your opener,
so now you are
only openin' for...
you.
- Are you fuckin' kidding me?
- Oh!
He begged!
Sage begged me to open
that fuckin' tour for him!
And I busted my ass
to give him a dope-ass show!
Agreeing to do that shit
was a fuckin' mistake!
And that was for you.
Nah, nah, Sage...
Sage wanna throw me
to the fuckin' curb.
He wanna throw me away?
Fuck him!
Fuck Chicago!
Fuck the tour!
I'm out!
Where are you goin'?
See? You happy now?
You just had to run your mouth.
Look, somebody had to tell him.
Clearly,
it wasn't gonna be you.
All right, we have
one, two,
three, four.
Smack and the kick,
you roll butt.
Hey.
Can you record this
for me in a sec?
Yeah, sure.
Is it for Insta?
No, it's an open-call audition
for this new artist
from Sunnyside.
They're opening for Beyoncé.
Wow.
So it's, like, a tour?
Fuck it.
I should just move
to New York, isn't it?
There's more auditions
there anyway.
Wh-wh-why?
What... what's going on?
If Sage is back, Rigo's done,
and I'm off the tour.
I have no reason to be here.
But we're killing it right now.
And our BMT clip
has, like, 100,000 views
or shares or something.
Odalie, I can't
go back to making coffee.
If I'm gonna be
grinding anything,
it's going to be my waist.
Is this about Marquise?
No.
Fine. Yes.
You fancy him.
Don't do that.
Sorry.
You'll never hear me
say these words again,
but he's just so buff.
And he had me feeling things.
Ooh, come back, Angel.
Where you at?
Look, he's gone now.
And speaking of gone, your boo
has been ghosting lately.
Uh, he did not ghost me.
He's just, you know, busy.
We're all busy.
But we make time for the people
we want to see.
Yeah.
But he's just been
working on something
that's been taking up
a lot of his time.
And what's that?
A surprise.
I'm ready to go.
These moves aren't gonna
learn themselves.
Rigo?
Make yourself at home.
A'ight. I did that already.
What...
four times the other night?
I do not know
what you're talkin' about.
We did nothing.
Both our careers
depend on that, you hear me?
Loud and clear.
The fuck?
You smell like a distillery.
Well, I've been
partakin' a little.
Yeah, well, you need
to get your ass up
and get prepped for Chicago.
Man, fuck Sage
and fuck Chicago.
I'm not doin' it.
I warned you goin'
against Sage was a bad idea.
You made your bed,
now lie in it.
I'm fucking serious.
Yo, I'm not doin' the show.
I go out there,
I look like Sage bitch.
And for what? One gig?
One sold-out stadium
in one of the biggest cities
in the world.
You did that.
You sold that out.
Look...
I know everyone's talking
about you right now,
and they have their opinions.
But there's one thing
I know for sure.
What happens in Chicago
will either launch your career
or finish it.
You slink away, you're a joke.
Bruh, I'm tired of all this.
I don't give a shit
about my career anymore.
And to be honest, I don't give
a shit about you either.
Dawg, I'm out.
The prodigal son has returned!
Whoo!
It's good to be home!
Whoo! Speech! Speech!
Speech? You want a speech?
Okay, all right.
Okay, listen, listen, listen.
Thank you.
Thank you
for holding down the fort
while I was away being
dragged through hell
by the dumb-ass DA
and her bullshit agenda.
She can't hear you!
She can't hear you!
I understand it's been hard
on some people.
You had to rally
behind a novice.
Some of you being pulled
in different directions
just trying to figure out
how this whole thing
was gonna pan out...
I get it. I get it.
We are a unit once more.
One fam, one roof,
one tour.
So let's put this shit
in the rearview,
because we got shit to do.
Are y'all ready?
Yeah!
Let's goddamn rock it!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Been lookin'
everywhere for you.
You okay?
My whole show
smell like Sage Odom.
Pop, my whole life
riding on this show,
and I can't even perform the
one motherfucking song I like
because...
everybody
thinks I'm a liar now.
Hey.
Oh, good.
Look who's here to help.
I, uh, I just came by
to see
if Rigo's reconsidered...
about Chicago?
I see.
I guess I should remind you
that you're under contract.
And I don't have a choice.
Come on, 'Lette, that record
is broken and old.
No, you don't have a choice.
Unless you got about $5 million
in your back pocket
and a desire
for a dead career.
Listen to her, Rigo.
I mean, this woman
understands dead careers.
But she's right.
We have a contract.
And it's not
about that one track.
It's about
your performance, okay?
Just bring that same fire
you brought to the BMT show
and you will kill it.
That'll help bring the energy.
But if he really wants
to launch off this one night,
he's gonna need something more.
He needs more songs
like the diss track.
That's what launched him.
Mm, yeah, and, um,
how is he supposed to
pull new songs out of his ass
24 hours before the show?
He's got 24 hours.
That's time to write.
Look, when Rigo
went from bottle-service bot
to that hard energy,
he blew up.
More of that hard energy
will shut up everyone
who's calling him a pussy.
Let me remind you,
Rigo had a following
before BMT.
He's been killing it
since "Oh Man."
That's kid stuff.
Nothing like
what I can give him now.
What you can give...
All right, um, yeah.
I'm literally
still in the room.
Baby, you have to do the show.
And I'll be right there
standing beside you.
Well, I have to get to Chicago,
get the dancers rehearsed.
It will be fly as hell,
ready and waiting to step in
like the star that you are.
Look, you need to get in
and make some more material.
You need to shut up
these haters
and give the best
fucking concert of your life.
Your career and Poppy's
depend on that.
This is
Gunnar Jordan's portfolio.
You'll notice his work
with bokeh,
and light painting's
really fresh.
Gunnar does tons
of athlete action shots,
which is why we thought
he'd be perfect
to shoot our Spartika girl
in her natural habitat.
I'm doing a shoot with him?
Actually, you'll be doing
a 24-hour photo shoot.
He'll meet you as soon
as you land in Chicago
and start documenting
your every move.
He'll capture the life
of a real working dancer
on tour...
Rehearsals, checking
into the hotel, all that.
That's genius.
But that's not the cool part.
I haven't heard
the cool part already?
He'll be uploading the photos
live to Spartika's stores
and billboards nationwide.
Wow.
Okay, so lashes and full lip
for the plane ride.
Got it, but in an "I, like,
woke up this way" type of way.
Spartika's the first to do
a fully live media campaign.
Cover of Adweek,
Clio, Webby shit.
I just had an idea.
Let-let me know what you think.
You know that Angel girl
that I've been dancing with
a bunch lately?
Girl from the BMTs?
Yeah. Well, that video
of ours went viral,
and we're kind of crushing it
on the 'Gram right now.
You know, what if we featured
her with me on the shoot?
Make Angel a Spartika girl?
You know, we're roommates.
We work well together.
Just saying, that is if you
really wanted to see it peak.
A look into your real life.
Meta.
Yeah, I see it.
- That's sexy.
- Yeah?
Both of you bring it
to Gunnar's live campaign,
and we'll roll it
into Sage's tour.
Amazing.
What's that smile for?
I came through, bitch.
What do you mean?
You're not going anywhere,
'cause you're back on tour.
So put away your audition
shoes or whatever,
because you are
a Spartika girl with me.
Fuck me. Don't lie.
No lie.
Jimmy just gave me his word.
You're back on Rigo's tour
or Sage's tour
or whoever the fuck's
tour it is.
Either way, it's you and me.
So pack your bags,
'cause we're going to Chicago.
♪ We're goin' to Chicago ♪
♪ We're goin' to Chicago ♪
♪ To Chicago ♪
♪ We're goin' to Chicago ♪
I cannot believe
you did this for me.
And there's more swag
where this came from,
along with Spartika
endorsement money.
So leave some room
in your suitcase, okay?
Yo.
I took the throne
Now I look like
I'm beggin' for a bone
Everyone wanna say they know me
Throw on a label
You should see
What happens on my pool table
That shit wack!
Fuck!
I got nothin'.
I got nothin'.
Fuck, I got nothin'.
I got nothin'.
I got nothin',
nothin', nothin'.
Nothin', nothin', nothin'.
Bars, shit.
Shit is nothin'.
We gonna
call this one, "Nothin'."
♪ Real nigga who I am
Real nigga who I been ♪
♪ Fuckin' wit you now
Wasn't fuckin' wit' you then ♪
♪ See you in the streets
Then you comin' to a end ♪
♪ Stop sign on a hater ♪
♪ I'ma see you later
I'm greater ♪
♪ Than anybody you mentioned
And did I mention ♪
♪ I'm a motherfucking king
In this bitch? ♪
♪ Finna roll a green
In this bitch ♪
♪ Finna pop a bean
In this bitch ♪
♪ Finna send a .45 through
The spleen of a snitch ♪
♪ Wait a minute
What you mean? ♪
♪ Hit a scene
Need a Billie Jean ♪
♪ Put it in her jeans ♪
♪ Drop a pin
I'ma swing through ♪
♪ I'm gonna bring
The whole damn team through ♪
♪ Bring a couple hos
I'ma show 'em ♪
♪ How we do, nigga ♪
Yo!
Damn, Rigo.
That sounding right.
Oh.
Bro, let me get a beat on that.
What's that?
Marquise left it.
All his verses.
All beautiful mind and shit.
I mean, shit.
It's just what I need
for the show tomorrow, too.
Uh...
Yo, fuck Marquise.
But you're not thinking
about actually trying to...
Listen, I don't owe
Marquise shit, a'ight?
He long gone, especially after
he done switched up on me.
Fuck him.
He's an asshole.
That's not the question.
But that doesn't make it right.
Nigga, why you defending him?
I'm not.
I mean, I wouldn't, but...
remember when Sage
stole my shit?
It's a fucked-up feeling.
Well, yeah, 'cause you
didn't deserve it, a'ight?
Marquise owes me.
King, you said
it yourself, a'ight?
They out here talking
about me in these streets,
and the show,
Chicago is tomorrow.
All right? My-my career's
riding on this shit, bruh.
I'm not gonna let them bury me.
I'm doing it.
Yeah, but
the only problem is, King,
I don't know if I can be
the dude on these sheets.
This dude buggin'.
Listen,
it's gonna be a long night,
and you need to get
into character.
You ready for this?
What exactly
did he mean by new tracks?
And how many?
Like, are we talking one?
Are we talkin' two?
Tal, he'll come through.
- This isn't you or me.
- Mm.
We know how to work.
This is Rigo.
He's lazy and disorganized.
And he listens to me.
Rigo... all you gotta do is point
him in the right direction
and tell him to go... simple.
Yo, Rigo.
Up all night.
Let's get it.
All right, you can't just
change up an entire show
the night before...
It doesn't work like that.
I'm sorry.
You ready to lay
this beat down, Rigo?
He sent me the first track.
- Hit play.
- Okay!
Funky hip-hop plays...
♪ When I pull up
On a block like a real one do ♪
♪ Pop shots in the air
Bullet holes in the roof ♪
Is that seriously Rigo?
It doesn't even sound like him.
Wait, wait, wait, we should
walk in the girl shit.
And walk and slap and pose.
♪ Then you comin' to a end
Stop sign on a hater ♪
The boys feel
kind of creatures.
That's like...
It's like his-his demons
are, like, coming out.
♪ Finna pop a bean
In this bitch ♪
♪ Finna send a .45 through
The spleen of a snitch ♪
♪ Wait a minute
What you mean? Hit a scene ♪
All right, listen,
we gotta go call everybody up,
tell them to have
rehearsal right now, okay?
- Okay.
- Let's get it poppin'.
- Got work to do. Let's go.
- ♪ Now I'm living a dream ♪
♪ But really used to be
A nightmare ♪
♪ I really came a long way
From the night terrors ♪
Come on, y'all,
the show is tomorrow night.
I need you guys
to step it up.
One, two.
♪ Rigo all caps
'Cause my name up ♪
♪ Middle finger to the sky ♪
♪ 'Cause I really fucked the
Game up, throw the gang up ♪
♪ When I pull up on a block
Like a real one do ♪
♪ Pop shots in the air
Bullet holes in the roof ♪
Yo, we don't
have time to waste!
♪ Got a bad little bitch
Finna hit it like a switch ♪
♪ Real nigga who I am
Real nigga who I been ♪
♪ Fuckin' with you now
Wasn't fuckin' with you then ♪
One, two, three, four.
♪ Stop sign on a hater
I'ma see you later ♪
♪ I'm greater
Than anybody you mention ♪
Leave all that shit
on the stage.
♪ Still bringin'
The ruckus ♪
♪ And I ain't running niggas'
Gas up on a fast truck ♪
♪ On my last nerve, hit the gas
Swerve on a nigga ♪
♪ Jump the curb, hop out
No words on a nigga ♪
♪ Just pop, pop, pop
You ain't heard, lil' nigga ♪
♪ Lil' rookie with a gun
And you better not miss ♪
All right, let's go.
♪ Now I'm livin' the dream ♪
♪ But really used to be
A nightmare ♪
These are beautiful.
You think?
Yeah. It's-it's art.
It's cool.
Did you just take
a picture of me?
My camera likes you.
♪ Throw the gang up ♪
Yo, Rigo.
I ain't think
you had it in you,
but you're the real deal,
straight up.
Hey, you should write a song
for that snitch, Marquise.
Play the shit at his funeral.
Swear to God.
Where you going?
I'm going to Chicago.
Chicago? For what?
You know why.
It's Rigo's show.
Yeah. Rigo's last show.
Fuck that nigga. Let him flail.
You're kidding, right?
I worked really hard on this,
and right now you're acting
like this is some kind of joke.
Oh, no, no. No, baby.
No, no. You're not a joke.
No, Rigo is the joke.
It's Rigo that's the joke.
Yeah?
What, d-do I really
have to remind you
that this tour is literally
saving our asses?
Excuse me if I want to see
how it all goes off.
See, this...
This is your problem.
See... see, what you should
be worried about
is what's gonna happen
after this show.
Right? Our future. Our thing.
Look, okay, I know
how hard you worked
to keep everything afloat,
and I love you for that.
But Rigo tried to bury me.
So, as far as I'm concerned,
fuck Rigo, okay?
Fuck everything Rigo.
Fuck words that rhyme
with Rigo.
Fuck the letter R, okay?
He has no future.
Put that shit away.
Let's... let's find something
to watch.
I think our show
about to come on.
It's like nine buttons
on this remote
that don't do nothin'.
What the fuck's going on
with this goddamn...
As much money
as this TV costs,
you think the remote would be
a little simpler.
Yo, what are you doing?
You.
You don't even know
all I do for you...
for your empire.
I run your tour...
your school, your finances.
I pick up the pieces
every time you fuck up.
And I clean up your messes
every time you shit on people.
It's a little extreme.
No.
No, I'm not done.
I tapped Rigo for this tour,
and I helped make him a star.
And for once, it would be
pretty fucking great
if you actually cared
about something
that was important to me.
'Lette. 'Lette.
'Lette!
What in the actual fuck?
- Rigo!
- Hmm.
Rigo.
We have a show tonight.
My bad.
Now,
look, before you go off on me,
go all crazy...
...check this out.
♪ Now I'm living the Dream ♪
♪ But really used to be
A nightmare ♪
♪ I really came a long way
From the night terrors ♪
♪ Every single night
Was a fight there ♪
♪ Every single night scared
Now I came up ♪
♪ No, your brain's no cap
Nigga, fade up,
♪ Rigo all caps
'Cause my name up ♪
♪ Middle finger to the sky ♪
♪ 'Cause I really fucked the
Game up, throw the gang up ♪
♪ When I pull up on a block
Like a real one do ♪
♪ Pop shots in the air
Bullet holes in the roof ♪
♪ Scurried off in a Benz
Got the paddock on a wrist ♪
♪ Got a bad little bitch... ♪
So, uh...
that man enough
for you or what?
Get your stuff. Let's go.
Tell your boys to get up.
Let's go.
This is it.
I cannot believe
this is all for us.
Ooh!
Call me Lizzy, because a bitch
is feeling real queen-like.
Okay.
Life is crazy, man.
I used to stay up late
watching your videos,
trying to copy your moves.
And now...
we're here, my G.
Come here.
- Davis?
- Hey, baby.
What are you doing here?
Surprise.
I am opening up
for Rigo tonight.
Wait.
So that's the surprise?
Yeah, I was so worried you
were gonna find out, but...
- Oh, no!
- I guess all the sneaking
around was worth it,
you know?
Just so I could see
the look on your face.
- Guess what.
- What?
The song I'm singing tonight...
- Mm-hmm?
- ...I wrote it for you.
I can't wait for you
to hear it.
Me neither.
Let's go.
- Come on.
- What?
All hands on deck.
Davis takes the stage
in T minus two minutes.
Stand by.
Okay, settle down. Settle down.
Yo, real talk.
Thank you all for busting
your ass last night
and this morning
to pull together this show.
We killed ourselves
for this and for Rigo.
Where the fuck is Rigo?
Odalie, don't worry.
He's gonna be here. It's fine.
As I was saying...
Well, he hasn't
been here all day
and we need to rehearse
the new steps,
and we're about to go on, so...
Who y'all talkin' about?
Shit dope, right?
Yo, is that a face tat?
"Only Son"?
Listen, uh...
things gonna go
a little different tonight.
Cool?
You look good.
It's packed out there.
Are you ready for this?
Man, what you think?
We'll see about that.
I think I have something
that might help.
What, you tryin' to go back to
the dressing room real quick?
East-O gave this to me.
I want you to have it now.
I believe in you.
I believe in your music.
Now it's time for you to go
out there and show the world.
Stand by.
Davis is up in ten seconds.
♪ My Mona Lisa ♪
♪ Yeah you taught me babe,
you're one of my favorite teachers ♪
♪ Yes, she my señorita ♪
♪ I play the game, she
Watchin' from the bleachers ♪
Sage wants him as the opener.
He wants to feature
another High Water student.
- For real?
- Mm-hmm.
He'd go on tour with us?
That means we finally get to be
together in every city.
♪ My Mona Lisa ♪
Okay, Rigo,
you come through, click,
and then you throw it
to Tal on the left.
And then we're gonna
come up to you
- like kind of tormented...
- Hello? Rigo!
Are you not paying attention?
Nah, you good, you got it.
What?
We go on in seconds, and you...
You don't know half the choreo.
Listen, Pop, I'm sure what
you gonna do is dope, a'ight?
I-I trust y'all.
What the fuck is happening?
Beats the fuck out of me.
All right everybody,
let's put your hands together for Rigo!
Let's see those
motherfucking hands!
♪ When I pull up on a block
Like a real one do ♪
♪ Pop shots in the air
Bullet holes in the roof ♪
♪ Scurried off in a Benz
Got the paddock on a wrist ♪
♪ Got a bad little bitch
Finna hit it like a switch ♪
♪ Real nigga who I am
Real nigga who I been ♪
♪ Fuckin' with you now
Wasn't fuckin' with you then ♪
♪ See you in the streets
Then you comin' to a end ♪
♪ Stop sign on a hater
I'ma see you later ♪
♪ I'm greater
Than anybody you mention ♪
♪ Did I mention
I'm a motherfucking king ♪
♪ In this bitch, finna rolling
Green in this bitch ♪
♪ Finna pop a bean
In this bitch ♪
♪ Finna send a .45 through
The spleen of a snitch ♪
♪ Wait a minute
What you mean? Hit a scene ♪
♪ Need a Billie Jean
Put it in her jeans ♪
♪ Drop a pin
I'ma swing through ♪
♪ I'm gonna bring
The whole damn team through ♪
♪ Bring a couple hos
Finna show 'em ♪
♪ How we do, nigga ♪
♪ Now I'm living the dream ♪
♪ But really used to be
A nightmare ♪
♪ I really came a long way
From the night terrors ♪
♪ Every single night
Was a fight there ♪
♪ Every single night scared
Now I came up ♪
♪ No your brain's no cap
Nigga, fade up ♪
♪ Rigo all caps 'cause my name
Up, middle finger to the sky ♪
♪ 'Cause I really fucked the
Game up, throw the gang up ♪
♪ When I pull up on a block
Like a real one do ♪
♪ Pop shots in the air
Bullet holes in the roof ♪
♪ Scurried off in a Benz
Got the paddock on a wrist ♪
♪ Got a bad little bitch
Finna hit it like a switch ♪
♪ Real nigga who I am
Real nigga who I been ♪
♪ Fuckin' with you now
Wasn't fuckin' with you then ♪
♪ See you in the streets
Then you comin' to a end ♪
♪ Stop sign on a hater
I'ma see you later ♪
♪ I'm greater
Than anybody you mention ♪
♪ You motherfuckers
Don't win ♪
♪ I'm gettin' blunted
Still bringing the ruckus ♪
♪ And I ain't runnin' niggas'
Gas up in a fast truck ♪
♪ On my last nerve, hit
The gas, swerve on a nigga ♪
♪ Jump the curb, hop out,
No words on a nigga ♪
♪ Just pop, pop, pop
You ain't heard, lil' nigga ♪
♪ Lil' rookie with a gun
You better not miss ♪
♪ Here come the boogeyman,
Here I come, lil' bitch ♪
♪ Scream it one time
For the streets I roam ♪
♪ Atlanta, Georgia
you know the zone ♪
♪ West to the east
They know I'm on ♪
♪ North to the south
They know I'm home ♪
♪ 'Cause I work hard
for my money ♪
♪ Sweat a lot for my fame ♪
♪ Shed a few tears
Because of the pain ♪
♪ Then I made it big enough
For the game ♪
♪ Put yo hands up, stand up ♪
♪ Hands up, stand up ♪
♪ Hands up, stand up ♪
♪ Hands up, stand up ♪
♪ Hands up, stand up ♪
♪ Hands up, stand up ♪
♪ Hands up, stand up ♪
♪ Hands up, stand up ♪
♪ I see a lot
Of niggas talkin' ♪
♪ When I ain't
Really discussin' ♪
♪ Never been the type
To argue ♪
♪ With motherfuckers
Who dumpin' ♪
♪ Coppers rushin'
To the scene of the crime ♪
♪ And they ain't catch it, bet
The chopper leave his spleen ♪
♪ On the ground covered in
Ketchup, now let us pray ♪
♪ And burn Sage
To a mountain of dust ♪
♪ You son of a bitch
You wicked as fuck ♪
♪ You back-stabbin'
Two-timin'-ass nigga ♪
♪ Really switched on East ♪
♪ Should've known
His only son ♪
♪ Was a helluva beast
Ya feel me? ♪
♪ Fuck Sage Odom
And you can quote it ♪
♪ He got away with murder
And he floated ♪
♪ Should've noticed
I was coming ♪
♪ Clipped up and reloaded ♪
♪ And now I got
The chrome gripped up ♪
♪ And explodin'
No withholding ♪
♪ You can't crop me
Out the picture ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm hot now, nigga ♪
♪ Ain't dropped five songs
Still top five, nigga ♪
♪ Better pray
to someone special ♪
♪ On that hotline, nigga ♪
♪ 'Cause when I see you
In the streets ♪
♪ You'll be out, my nigga ♪
♪ I'm a motherfuckin' rider
A rider ♪
♪ Run up on me, and we slidin'
I'm slidin' ♪
♪ They be watchin'
Never tryin', tryin' ♪
♪ You gon' end up here
Beside him, beside him ♪
Chicago, how ya
like me now, huh?
Yeah, that's what
I'm talkin' about.
Listen,
this shit has been amazing.
Y'all have been awesome.
I want to take a quick pause,
a moment real quick
to shout out a special woman
that put this all together.
The show would not be here
without her.
Make some noise
for Collette Jones, everybody.
Look, just follow my lead.
Come on.
You're gonna need this.
♪ Hey, nobody said
It would be ♪
♪ Happy ever after
With you and me ♪
♪ But I'm ridin'
And that's a guarantee ♪
♪ Ain't no telling your story
Without me ♪
♪ Ain't no telling my story
Without you ♪
♪ And no matter what
Know that I got you ♪
♪ Said I'm ridin'
We shared a history ♪
♪ Ain't no telling your story
Without me ♪
♪ I won't act like Caesar ♪
♪ You know
That wouldn't be true ♪
♪ I can't act
Like I don't wanna smack ♪
♪ The shit
Out of you sometimes ♪
♪ I can't act like you
Don't give me the blues ♪
♪ But I can't act
Like they're ain't nothin' ♪
♪ That I wouldn't do
For you, baby ♪
♪ It might sound crazy
Where they see troubled water ♪
♪ I see everything wavy ♪
♪ I can never tell you, no
Everything they did ♪
♪ Only no I know is, no
I will never not be your lady ♪
♪ We hit a bump
It's all good ♪
♪ Runnin'
'Til the wheels off ♪
♪ As long as we're together ♪
♪ We can never be alone ♪
♪ I want you 'til the end ♪
♪ And then again
Me and you for the win ♪
♪ Me and you for the win
Yeah, yeah ♪
♪ We ridin'
We ridin', we ridin' ♪
♪ Hey
Nobody said it would be ♪
♪ It would be ♪
♪ Happy ever after
With you and me ♪
♪ But I'm ridin'
And that's a guarantee ♪
♪ Ain't no telling your story
Without me ♪
♪ Ain't no telling my story
Without you ♪
♪ And no matter what
Know that I got you ♪
♪ Said I'm ridin'
We shared a history ♪
♪ Ain't no telling your story
Without me ♪
♪ Ain't no you
Without me ♪
♪ There ain't no you
Without me ♪
♪ No, ain't no you without me ♪
- ♪ We ridin' ♪
- ♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪
Thank you, Chicago!
Let's go!
Hey, yo, Poppy, thanks
for your dancers.
Yo, them girls was crazy!
Stay the fuck away from me...
forever.
That was mad.
I'm buzzin'.
Ooh.
I'm still shakin'. Look.
"Step Up...
You took the gun
that was registered to you.
You killed him.
Get the fuck
out of my face, bitch!
Shit done hit the fan.
It's a grant of immunity.
You say what I need you to say.
Or I will see to it
that you are locked away
for a very long time.
Testify, bruh...
If Sage gets sent up,
- the world is ours, bruh.
- All right.
Collette is High Water.
She's the only one
who looked out for me,
the only one that
looked out for all of us.
There's nothing going on
with me
- and Collette.
- It doesn't feel like nothing, Rigo.
I thought
this was about me and you.
Fuck Marquise.
I got to get out of Atlanta.
I can't come with you.
I gave up on running.
Did you mean what you said?
Goddamn,
I didn't see that coming.
Can you believe that?
Put me back
on the stand, Cruz... do it.
Tell me what you got,
or sit your ass down.
Get ready!
♪ Step up in the spotlight ♪
♪ Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo ♪
♪ Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo ♪
♪ Yo, yo, yo ♪
♪ Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo ♪
♪ Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo ♪
♪ Yo, yo ♪
♪ Yo, yo, yo ♪
♪ I'm looking ♪
♪ For a better day ♪
♪ Wanna live my dream ♪
♪ Step up in the spotlight ♪
♪ Wanna step up
Step up in the spotlight ♪
♪ Want the money
Want the fame ♪
♪ Want the love
Not the same ♪
♪ I want it all ♪
♪ Step up in the spotlight ♪
♪ Wanna step up
Step up in the spotlight ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Oh ♪
Chaptabois' "Hard Life" plays...
♪ Uh, hard life, hard life ♪
♪ Got hard life
For my urban suit ♪
♪ Many demons face
Many demons ♪
♪ Say my check
Like ace deuce ♪
♪ Clockwork, clockwork ♪
♪ It's like clockwork
Tryin' to get ahead ♪
♪ Hatin' on me,
They back-biters ♪
♪ They sell they soul
For a piece of bread ♪
Are there any final witnesses
before we conclude?
I know who killed East-O.
Just put me on the stand.
Yes, Your Honor.
I have one final witness.
Very well. Proceed.
The people call
Marquise Howard.
♪ Rah rah rah ♪
♪ There's a rumble
In the jungle ♪
♪ Better stay up
Outta trouble ♪
♪ Think the ground
About to crumble ♪
♪ Wanna live
You gotta hustle ♪
♪ Just be careful
Not to stumble ♪
♪ This require
More than muscle ♪
♪ You won't make it
Bein' humble, hey ♪
Do you swear to tell
the truth, the whole truth
and nothing but the truth,
so help you, God?
♪ Think the ground
About to crumble ♪
- ♪ Wanna live, You gotta hustle ♪
- I do.
Proceed.
♪ You won't
Make it bein' humble, hey ♪
Mr. Howard, you worked
for Ernest Octavio
for many years, did you not?
Yes.
Would you say
that you were close?
I mean, we worked together,
so... yeah, I guess so.
You guess so?
Mr. Howard,
everyone in this courtroom
is aware of Mr. Octavio's
line of work.
You might run High Water,
but I run the streets, nigga.
He ran
an illegal drug syndicate
that you were a part of.
Were you not, in fact,
one of his most trusted
foot soldiers?
A lackey of sorts?
It wasn't like that.
Really?
Because by all accounts,
Mr. Octavio was
a fairly scary character.
If he told you to do something,
you wouldn't question it,
would you?
Good. Good.
Thank you.
Now that we have that straight,
tell me about the night
East-O was killed.
East was pretty worked up.
He was pissed off
about Sage dissing Rigo
and... about Sage stuntin'
on him about Collette.
And when I left him
that night,
he said he was gonna square
things with Sage
once and for all.
And how was he going
to do that?
He was gonna make Sage
give Rigo a contract.
And if he didn't, he was gonna
expose some shit...
Criminal shit,
kind of shit that might hurt
Sage or ruin his career.
So, when East-O
left you that night,
it was with the express purpose
of threatening Sage.
Yes.
And then later
that night he was shot dead?
I never saw East-O
again after that.
Hmm.
Marquise...
did East-O
ever physically strike you?
Sometimes.
Aah!
You hear me
when I'm talkin' to you? Huh?
Did it scare you
when he got violent with you?
Yeah, sometimes.
Enough that you
feared for your life?
Well?
Did you fear for your life?
Could you understand
why Sage might have?
If you askin' me
if I think Sage Odom
killed East-O...
...then the answer is no.
Sage Odom might be a asshole,
but he's also a pussy.
Thanks.
That gun don't even
belong to Sage.
You're dismissed.
I have nothing further
for this witness.
Uh, Your Honor,
I have some questions
I'd like to ask Mr. Howard,
if that's okay.
Mr. Howard, how are you?
I'd like to talk
about this gun for a moment.
What makes you so sure
that this gun...
doesn't belong to my client,
Sage Odom?
'Cause I was there
when Sage gave it to East-O.
You were?
Yeah, I was, like, 16.
So, just to be clear,
crystal clear,
what you're saying is that
this gun did not belong to Sage
and that you think
somebody else used this gun
to kill East-O.
Is that what you're saying?
Is that what you're saying,
Mr. Howard?
That's exactly
what I'm sayin'.
- Thank you.
- Hey, no, objection!
The witness
wasn't at the scene.
He has no idea what happened,
and by his own account,
he left East-O
and never saw him again.
Wait, wait.
Hang on.
I didn't see East-O again
that night,
but...
I did see Sage.
Why is that Mr. Howard?
Because I was followin' him.
East told me just follow him
and not to let him
out my sight.
Why did East-O
have you follow Sage?
Because we was
gonna kill him.
Objection.
I actually got a picture.
Do you want to see?
- Yes. Yes, we do.
- Your Honor,
- this is pure fantasy.
- Your Honor.
Wanna know
what's real fantasy?
Your case.
Order. Order.
I'll see attorneys
in my chambers immediately.
Mr. Howard, you too.
- Let's go. Let's go.
- Fuck.
Why didn't you show this
to the police
when you were questioned?
It was right after East-O died.
Sage wasn't even a suspect,
and ain't nobody say
shit about a gun.
It wasn't nothin' to tell.
So why are you bringing
this forward now?
What changed?
Her.
What?
Why is that?
- I'm asking the questions here.
- I'm sorry, Your Honor.
You care to elaborate?
When she first took over,
she told me to lie.
I never asked him to lie.
And when I said I wouldn't,
she gave me this.
And when I still said no,
she threatened to send me
back to jail
if I ain't say
what she want me to say.
I mean, come on,
we're taking the word
of common criminals
over the DA now?
Well, when the criminal
shows up with enough receipts
to fill a cookie jar,
yes, we are.
Your Honor, we have no weapon.
We have no physical evidence.
Now, what we do have
is a clear alibi for my client
and a DA that should be charged
with witness tampering.
Please be seated.
I am ruling that the people
have not met their burden here.
Furthermore, ethical questions
have been raised
concerning DA Baxter's
behavior.
I am therefore
dismissing the case.
- Ha!
- What?
- Yes!
- That's bullshit!
Bullshit!
Mr. Odom, you are free to go.
♪ Sing it in
And sing it out ♪
♪ No, there's no ♪
♪ Piece of me
You don't know ♪
♪ Why you gotta ♪
♪ Sing it in and sing it out ♪
♪ Not so hard to figure out ♪
♪ Sing it in and sing it out ♪
It's over, baby.
- It's over.
- Yeah. Yeah.
It's finally over.
Mm.
Hello.
I am excited and ecstatic
to announce that today
is not only a victory
for my client, Sage Odom.
I can't believe
it's all over now.
- Mmm...
- I can't believe it.
You know I couldn't have got
through this without you.
I love you.
Mmm!
- Mmm.
- Okay, all right.
I'm gonna shake it off.
Sage Odom is back.
It's time to get to work.
You ready, Ms. Odom?
- Yes, Mr. Odom.
- Let's get it going.
Marquise,
what the fuck, bro?
Why didn't you tell me
you knew Sage didn't do it?
Don't you get it?
I wasn't tellin'
nobody that, Rigo,
especially not a disloyal
motherfucker like you.
Sage. Sage. Sage!
All right, all right,
one at a time, one at a time.
How does it feel
to be a free man?
Come on, now,
how you think it feels?
It feels like victory.
You know what?
Have fun on the motherfucking
streets, a'ight?
And have fun with the DA, too,
'cause she about to get all up
in your fuckin' ass.
My nigga,
I might get smoked for this,
so for this last
little bit of life
I might actually
have on this earth,
I'm gonna do the shit
I want to do,
and I don't give a fuck
what nobody think.
You ain't my brother, nigga.
You damn sure.
Ain't my friend.
Victory for me,
victory for my people,
and victory for the people
of the city of Atlanta,
but make no mistake,
the judicial system is flawed,
a'ight?
'Cause of people like her.
You have not heard
the last of me on this
but in the meantime,
if you'll excuse me,
I'd like to get my lady
out of the water.
Thank you, thank you,
thank you.
Yeah, I hope you enjoyed
your little 15 minutes,
'cause that shit is almost up.
Payback's a bitch,
know what I'm sayin'?
Stay warm. Enjoy your Uber.
♪ Well, listen at it thunder ♪
♪ Gee, but it's bad outside ♪
I should go away more often.
I mean, not...
Maybe not jail, though,
like fucking Maldives
or some shit.
Okay.
Mm!
Okay.
Back to the grind.
Okay.
A'ight, remind me
that I gotta get on a call
with Ray from, uh...
what's-what's
the name of the PR firm?
Satellite?
Yeah, Satellite.
Are you sure
you want to do that right now?
And Kelly. Kelly.
Got to get on the phone
with Kelly about the merch.
What the fuck is the hold-up
with that shit anyway?
Okay. All right, so...
Well...
I guess that means, uh,
our little welcome-home party
is over for now?
- Hmm?
- 'Lette, you know this shit
could've went
way different, right?
And that time that was taken,
I got to get that shit back.
- Yeah, I know.
- Yeah, we got to... we got to...
We got to catch up.
Well, can't we just, like,
catch up tomorrow?
Tomorrow is interviews,
and we got to prep for those.
Come on, baby,
you know what it is.
Back on the grind.
Back on the grind.
Okay, maybe we could just,
uh, I don't know,
maybe just pick one big outlet.
Oh, and, um, rehearsals, okay?
Get my goddamn tour
back on track.
You know, Sage, maybe, uh,
maybe you should, like, take a
little bit of time to recover.
You know, it'd be nice
if you could just heal.
I don't know, you've been...
You've been through a lot.
Yeah, maybe you're right.
A-a'ight, maybe you're right.
Maybe you're right.
Maybe I do need a-a minute.
- Yeah?
- One, singular.
One minute, yeah?
Just...
You know what? Just who
I wanted to goddamn talk to.
What's going on
with my goddamn record?
♪ Mm, mm ♪
How did it feel
when they slammed
those bar doors in your face...
for a crime you did not commit?
It felt kind of like, uh,
screaming fire in a crowd,
but nobody's listening.
I mean, I-I can honestly say,
with no shame,
it's one of the most
humbling...
...terrifying experiences
of my life.
It's burned on
the back of my brain, I swear,
but, um, I-I feel like
it needed to happen...
'cause, see, what it did is
it opened my eyes
to how broken
this country really is.
Nobody really cares
if you're innocent, guilty.
It hardly
even matters anymore.
I mean, we've been shown
that time and time again,
especially Black people.
Yo, that's my boy, Sage.
I mean, one minute,
I'm on a jet
headed to my next show.
The next minute, I'm on laundry
duty in a cement building.
But I was fortunate.
I had resources.
You know, a lot of people
that go through
what I went through...
They don't have resources.
So what happens to them?
I spent time inside
with this cat...
Magic.
So much talent, so much joy,
but he's just sitting there...
Just sitting there, waiting
on somebody to realize that-
that he been
in there way too long.
Lost in the system.
Sounds like
the men you were inside with
left quite
an impression on you.
I'm not gonna forget
about 'em.
Any of 'em.
Coming up,
Sage Odom...
Yo. Hey, yo, Sage Odom
is on prime time
talking about me, baby.
Man, that's
fucking bullshit, bro.
Y'all hear this bullshit
this man spitting out here?
This nigga ain't gettin' up
out this bitch
thinkin' about your ass,
silly boy.
Sit your silly ass down
somewhere.
You fuckin' stuck.
I want to pivot now
to talk about
what's next for you.
Oh, absolutely.
Yeah, we can... we can
definitely talk about that.
The son of the very man
you were accused of killing
will be filling
your stadium seats
and playing a show
that you were supposed to play.
Yeah, yeah.
But, luckily,
I'm taking it back.
This Friday after Chicago,
QB's back on the field,
and it's game time.
Seattle... two weeks.
I'll see you there.
- Aah!
- Jesus! Rigo!
- Stop!
- Fuck this!
Chicago?
All I get is fuckin' Chicago?
Man, you're lucky
to still have Chicago.
What?
- And how does that help?
- Nah, go on, King.
Share your thoughts
with the fucking class.
Everyone's sayin'
that you came for Sage
but you ain't shit.
They straight up
clowning you, man.
Even your boy Richie Ross
dropped off as your opener,
so now you are
only openin' for...
you.
- Are you fuckin' kidding me?
- Oh!
He begged!
Sage begged me to open
that fuckin' tour for him!
And I busted my ass
to give him a dope-ass show!
Agreeing to do that shit
was a fuckin' mistake!
And that was for you.
Nah, nah, Sage...
Sage wanna throw me
to the fuckin' curb.
He wanna throw me away?
Fuck him!
Fuck Chicago!
Fuck the tour!
I'm out!
Where are you goin'?
See? You happy now?
You just had to run your mouth.
Look, somebody had to tell him.
Clearly,
it wasn't gonna be you.
All right, we have
one, two,
three, four.
Smack and the kick,
you roll butt.
Hey.
Can you record this
for me in a sec?
Yeah, sure.
Is it for Insta?
No, it's an open-call audition
for this new artist
from Sunnyside.
They're opening for Beyoncé.
Wow.
So it's, like, a tour?
Fuck it.
I should just move
to New York, isn't it?
There's more auditions
there anyway.
Wh-wh-why?
What... what's going on?
If Sage is back, Rigo's done,
and I'm off the tour.
I have no reason to be here.
But we're killing it right now.
And our BMT clip
has, like, 100,000 views
or shares or something.
Odalie, I can't
go back to making coffee.
If I'm gonna be
grinding anything,
it's going to be my waist.
Is this about Marquise?
No.
Fine. Yes.
You fancy him.
Don't do that.
Sorry.
You'll never hear me
say these words again,
but he's just so buff.
And he had me feeling things.
Ooh, come back, Angel.
Where you at?
Look, he's gone now.
And speaking of gone, your boo
has been ghosting lately.
Uh, he did not ghost me.
He's just, you know, busy.
We're all busy.
But we make time for the people
we want to see.
Yeah.
But he's just been
working on something
that's been taking up
a lot of his time.
And what's that?
A surprise.
I'm ready to go.
These moves aren't gonna
learn themselves.
Rigo?
Make yourself at home.
A'ight. I did that already.
What...
four times the other night?
I do not know
what you're talkin' about.
We did nothing.
Both our careers
depend on that, you hear me?
Loud and clear.
The fuck?
You smell like a distillery.
Well, I've been
partakin' a little.
Yeah, well, you need
to get your ass up
and get prepped for Chicago.
Man, fuck Sage
and fuck Chicago.
I'm not doin' it.
I warned you goin'
against Sage was a bad idea.
You made your bed,
now lie in it.
I'm fucking serious.
Yo, I'm not doin' the show.
I go out there,
I look like Sage bitch.
And for what? One gig?
One sold-out stadium
in one of the biggest cities
in the world.
You did that.
You sold that out.
Look...
I know everyone's talking
about you right now,
and they have their opinions.
But there's one thing
I know for sure.
What happens in Chicago
will either launch your career
or finish it.
You slink away, you're a joke.
Bruh, I'm tired of all this.
I don't give a shit
about my career anymore.
And to be honest, I don't give
a shit about you either.
Dawg, I'm out.
The prodigal son has returned!
Whoo!
It's good to be home!
Whoo! Speech! Speech!
Speech? You want a speech?
Okay, all right.
Okay, listen, listen, listen.
Thank you.
Thank you
for holding down the fort
while I was away being
dragged through hell
by the dumb-ass DA
and her bullshit agenda.
She can't hear you!
She can't hear you!
I understand it's been hard
on some people.
You had to rally
behind a novice.
Some of you being pulled
in different directions
just trying to figure out
how this whole thing
was gonna pan out...
I get it. I get it.
We are a unit once more.
One fam, one roof,
one tour.
So let's put this shit
in the rearview,
because we got shit to do.
Are y'all ready?
Yeah!
Let's goddamn rock it!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Been lookin'
everywhere for you.
You okay?
My whole show
smell like Sage Odom.
Pop, my whole life
riding on this show,
and I can't even perform the
one motherfucking song I like
because...
everybody
thinks I'm a liar now.
Hey.
Oh, good.
Look who's here to help.
I, uh, I just came by
to see
if Rigo's reconsidered...
about Chicago?
I see.
I guess I should remind you
that you're under contract.
And I don't have a choice.
Come on, 'Lette, that record
is broken and old.
No, you don't have a choice.
Unless you got about $5 million
in your back pocket
and a desire
for a dead career.
Listen to her, Rigo.
I mean, this woman
understands dead careers.
But she's right.
We have a contract.
And it's not
about that one track.
It's about
your performance, okay?
Just bring that same fire
you brought to the BMT show
and you will kill it.
That'll help bring the energy.
But if he really wants
to launch off this one night,
he's gonna need something more.
He needs more songs
like the diss track.
That's what launched him.
Mm, yeah, and, um,
how is he supposed to
pull new songs out of his ass
24 hours before the show?
He's got 24 hours.
That's time to write.
Look, when Rigo
went from bottle-service bot
to that hard energy,
he blew up.
More of that hard energy
will shut up everyone
who's calling him a pussy.
Let me remind you,
Rigo had a following
before BMT.
He's been killing it
since "Oh Man."
That's kid stuff.
Nothing like
what I can give him now.
What you can give...
All right, um, yeah.
I'm literally
still in the room.
Baby, you have to do the show.
And I'll be right there
standing beside you.
Well, I have to get to Chicago,
get the dancers rehearsed.
It will be fly as hell,
ready and waiting to step in
like the star that you are.
Look, you need to get in
and make some more material.
You need to shut up
these haters
and give the best
fucking concert of your life.
Your career and Poppy's
depend on that.
This is
Gunnar Jordan's portfolio.
You'll notice his work
with bokeh,
and light painting's
really fresh.
Gunnar does tons
of athlete action shots,
which is why we thought
he'd be perfect
to shoot our Spartika girl
in her natural habitat.
I'm doing a shoot with him?
Actually, you'll be doing
a 24-hour photo shoot.
He'll meet you as soon
as you land in Chicago
and start documenting
your every move.
He'll capture the life
of a real working dancer
on tour...
Rehearsals, checking
into the hotel, all that.
That's genius.
But that's not the cool part.
I haven't heard
the cool part already?
He'll be uploading the photos
live to Spartika's stores
and billboards nationwide.
Wow.
Okay, so lashes and full lip
for the plane ride.
Got it, but in an "I, like,
woke up this way" type of way.
Spartika's the first to do
a fully live media campaign.
Cover of Adweek,
Clio, Webby shit.
I just had an idea.
Let-let me know what you think.
You know that Angel girl
that I've been dancing with
a bunch lately?
Girl from the BMTs?
Yeah. Well, that video
of ours went viral,
and we're kind of crushing it
on the 'Gram right now.
You know, what if we featured
her with me on the shoot?
Make Angel a Spartika girl?
You know, we're roommates.
We work well together.
Just saying, that is if you
really wanted to see it peak.
A look into your real life.
Meta.
Yeah, I see it.
- That's sexy.
- Yeah?
Both of you bring it
to Gunnar's live campaign,
and we'll roll it
into Sage's tour.
Amazing.
What's that smile for?
I came through, bitch.
What do you mean?
You're not going anywhere,
'cause you're back on tour.
So put away your audition
shoes or whatever,
because you are
a Spartika girl with me.
Fuck me. Don't lie.
No lie.
Jimmy just gave me his word.
You're back on Rigo's tour
or Sage's tour
or whoever the fuck's
tour it is.
Either way, it's you and me.
So pack your bags,
'cause we're going to Chicago.
♪ We're goin' to Chicago ♪
♪ We're goin' to Chicago ♪
♪ To Chicago ♪
♪ We're goin' to Chicago ♪
I cannot believe
you did this for me.
And there's more swag
where this came from,
along with Spartika
endorsement money.
So leave some room
in your suitcase, okay?
Yo.
I took the throne
Now I look like
I'm beggin' for a bone
Everyone wanna say they know me
Throw on a label
You should see
What happens on my pool table
That shit wack!
Fuck!
I got nothin'.
I got nothin'.
Fuck, I got nothin'.
I got nothin'.
I got nothin',
nothin', nothin'.
Nothin', nothin', nothin'.
Bars, shit.
Shit is nothin'.
We gonna
call this one, "Nothin'."
♪ Real nigga who I am
Real nigga who I been ♪
♪ Fuckin' wit you now
Wasn't fuckin' wit' you then ♪
♪ See you in the streets
Then you comin' to a end ♪
♪ Stop sign on a hater ♪
♪ I'ma see you later
I'm greater ♪
♪ Than anybody you mentioned
And did I mention ♪
♪ I'm a motherfucking king
In this bitch? ♪
♪ Finna roll a green
In this bitch ♪
♪ Finna pop a bean
In this bitch ♪
♪ Finna send a .45 through
The spleen of a snitch ♪
♪ Wait a minute
What you mean? ♪
♪ Hit a scene
Need a Billie Jean ♪
♪ Put it in her jeans ♪
♪ Drop a pin
I'ma swing through ♪
♪ I'm gonna bring
The whole damn team through ♪
♪ Bring a couple hos
I'ma show 'em ♪
♪ How we do, nigga ♪
Yo!
Damn, Rigo.
That sounding right.
Oh.
Bro, let me get a beat on that.
What's that?
Marquise left it.
All his verses.
All beautiful mind and shit.
I mean, shit.
It's just what I need
for the show tomorrow, too.
Uh...
Yo, fuck Marquise.
But you're not thinking
about actually trying to...
Listen, I don't owe
Marquise shit, a'ight?
He long gone, especially after
he done switched up on me.
Fuck him.
He's an asshole.
That's not the question.
But that doesn't make it right.
Nigga, why you defending him?
I'm not.
I mean, I wouldn't, but...
remember when Sage
stole my shit?
It's a fucked-up feeling.
Well, yeah, 'cause you
didn't deserve it, a'ight?
Marquise owes me.
King, you said
it yourself, a'ight?
They out here talking
about me in these streets,
and the show,
Chicago is tomorrow.
All right? My-my career's
riding on this shit, bruh.
I'm not gonna let them bury me.
I'm doing it.
Yeah, but
the only problem is, King,
I don't know if I can be
the dude on these sheets.
This dude buggin'.
Listen,
it's gonna be a long night,
and you need to get
into character.
You ready for this?
What exactly
did he mean by new tracks?
And how many?
Like, are we talking one?
Are we talkin' two?
Tal, he'll come through.
- This isn't you or me.
- Mm.
We know how to work.
This is Rigo.
He's lazy and disorganized.
And he listens to me.
Rigo... all you gotta do is point
him in the right direction
and tell him to go... simple.
Yo, Rigo.
Up all night.
Let's get it.
All right, you can't just
change up an entire show
the night before...
It doesn't work like that.
I'm sorry.
You ready to lay
this beat down, Rigo?
He sent me the first track.
- Hit play.
- Okay!
Funky hip-hop plays...
♪ When I pull up
On a block like a real one do ♪
♪ Pop shots in the air
Bullet holes in the roof ♪
Is that seriously Rigo?
It doesn't even sound like him.
Wait, wait, wait, we should
walk in the girl shit.
And walk and slap and pose.
♪ Then you comin' to a end
Stop sign on a hater ♪
The boys feel
kind of creatures.
That's like...
It's like his-his demons
are, like, coming out.
♪ Finna pop a bean
In this bitch ♪
♪ Finna send a .45 through
The spleen of a snitch ♪
♪ Wait a minute
What you mean? Hit a scene ♪
All right, listen,
we gotta go call everybody up,
tell them to have
rehearsal right now, okay?
- Okay.
- Let's get it poppin'.
- Got work to do. Let's go.
- ♪ Now I'm living a dream ♪
♪ But really used to be
A nightmare ♪
♪ I really came a long way
From the night terrors ♪
Come on, y'all,
the show is tomorrow night.
I need you guys
to step it up.
One, two.
♪ Rigo all caps
'Cause my name up ♪
♪ Middle finger to the sky ♪
♪ 'Cause I really fucked the
Game up, throw the gang up ♪
♪ When I pull up on a block
Like a real one do ♪
♪ Pop shots in the air
Bullet holes in the roof ♪
Yo, we don't
have time to waste!
♪ Got a bad little bitch
Finna hit it like a switch ♪
♪ Real nigga who I am
Real nigga who I been ♪
♪ Fuckin' with you now
Wasn't fuckin' with you then ♪
One, two, three, four.
♪ Stop sign on a hater
I'ma see you later ♪
♪ I'm greater
Than anybody you mention ♪
Leave all that shit
on the stage.
♪ Still bringin'
The ruckus ♪
♪ And I ain't running niggas'
Gas up on a fast truck ♪
♪ On my last nerve, hit the gas
Swerve on a nigga ♪
♪ Jump the curb, hop out
No words on a nigga ♪
♪ Just pop, pop, pop
You ain't heard, lil' nigga ♪
♪ Lil' rookie with a gun
And you better not miss ♪
All right, let's go.
♪ Now I'm livin' the dream ♪
♪ But really used to be
A nightmare ♪
These are beautiful.
You think?
Yeah. It's-it's art.
It's cool.
Did you just take
a picture of me?
My camera likes you.
♪ Throw the gang up ♪
Yo, Rigo.
I ain't think
you had it in you,
but you're the real deal,
straight up.
Hey, you should write a song
for that snitch, Marquise.
Play the shit at his funeral.
Swear to God.
Where you going?
I'm going to Chicago.
Chicago? For what?
You know why.
It's Rigo's show.
Yeah. Rigo's last show.
Fuck that nigga. Let him flail.
You're kidding, right?
I worked really hard on this,
and right now you're acting
like this is some kind of joke.
Oh, no, no. No, baby.
No, no. You're not a joke.
No, Rigo is the joke.
It's Rigo that's the joke.
Yeah?
What, d-do I really
have to remind you
that this tour is literally
saving our asses?
Excuse me if I want to see
how it all goes off.
See, this...
This is your problem.
See... see, what you should
be worried about
is what's gonna happen
after this show.
Right? Our future. Our thing.
Look, okay, I know
how hard you worked
to keep everything afloat,
and I love you for that.
But Rigo tried to bury me.
So, as far as I'm concerned,
fuck Rigo, okay?
Fuck everything Rigo.
Fuck words that rhyme
with Rigo.
Fuck the letter R, okay?
He has no future.
Put that shit away.
Let's... let's find something
to watch.
I think our show
about to come on.
It's like nine buttons
on this remote
that don't do nothin'.
What the fuck's going on
with this goddamn...
As much money
as this TV costs,
you think the remote would be
a little simpler.
Yo, what are you doing?
You.
You don't even know
all I do for you...
for your empire.
I run your tour...
your school, your finances.
I pick up the pieces
every time you fuck up.
And I clean up your messes
every time you shit on people.
It's a little extreme.
No.
No, I'm not done.
I tapped Rigo for this tour,
and I helped make him a star.
And for once, it would be
pretty fucking great
if you actually cared
about something
that was important to me.
'Lette. 'Lette.
'Lette!
What in the actual fuck?
- Rigo!
- Hmm.
Rigo.
We have a show tonight.
My bad.
Now,
look, before you go off on me,
go all crazy...
...check this out.
♪ Now I'm living the Dream ♪
♪ But really used to be
A nightmare ♪
♪ I really came a long way
From the night terrors ♪
♪ Every single night
Was a fight there ♪
♪ Every single night scared
Now I came up ♪
♪ No, your brain's no cap
Nigga, fade up,
♪ Rigo all caps
'Cause my name up ♪
♪ Middle finger to the sky ♪
♪ 'Cause I really fucked the
Game up, throw the gang up ♪
♪ When I pull up on a block
Like a real one do ♪
♪ Pop shots in the air
Bullet holes in the roof ♪
♪ Scurried off in a Benz
Got the paddock on a wrist ♪
♪ Got a bad little bitch... ♪
So, uh...
that man enough
for you or what?
Get your stuff. Let's go.
Tell your boys to get up.
Let's go.
This is it.
I cannot believe
this is all for us.
Ooh!
Call me Lizzy, because a bitch
is feeling real queen-like.
Okay.
Life is crazy, man.
I used to stay up late
watching your videos,
trying to copy your moves.
And now...
we're here, my G.
Come here.
- Davis?
- Hey, baby.
What are you doing here?
Surprise.
I am opening up
for Rigo tonight.
Wait.
So that's the surprise?
Yeah, I was so worried you
were gonna find out, but...
- Oh, no!
- I guess all the sneaking
around was worth it,
you know?
Just so I could see
the look on your face.
- Guess what.
- What?
The song I'm singing tonight...
- Mm-hmm?
- ...I wrote it for you.
I can't wait for you
to hear it.
Me neither.
Let's go.
- Come on.
- What?
All hands on deck.
Davis takes the stage
in T minus two minutes.
Stand by.
Okay, settle down. Settle down.
Yo, real talk.
Thank you all for busting
your ass last night
and this morning
to pull together this show.
We killed ourselves
for this and for Rigo.
Where the fuck is Rigo?
Odalie, don't worry.
He's gonna be here. It's fine.
As I was saying...
Well, he hasn't
been here all day
and we need to rehearse
the new steps,
and we're about to go on, so...
Who y'all talkin' about?
Shit dope, right?
Yo, is that a face tat?
"Only Son"?
Listen, uh...
things gonna go
a little different tonight.
Cool?
You look good.
It's packed out there.
Are you ready for this?
Man, what you think?
We'll see about that.
I think I have something
that might help.
What, you tryin' to go back to
the dressing room real quick?
East-O gave this to me.
I want you to have it now.
I believe in you.
I believe in your music.
Now it's time for you to go
out there and show the world.
Stand by.
Davis is up in ten seconds.
♪ My Mona Lisa ♪
♪ Yeah you taught me babe,
you're one of my favorite teachers ♪
♪ Yes, she my señorita ♪
♪ I play the game, she
Watchin' from the bleachers ♪
Sage wants him as the opener.
He wants to feature
another High Water student.
- For real?
- Mm-hmm.
He'd go on tour with us?
That means we finally get to be
together in every city.
♪ My Mona Lisa ♪
Okay, Rigo,
you come through, click,
and then you throw it
to Tal on the left.
And then we're gonna
come up to you
- like kind of tormented...
- Hello? Rigo!
Are you not paying attention?
Nah, you good, you got it.
What?
We go on in seconds, and you...
You don't know half the choreo.
Listen, Pop, I'm sure what
you gonna do is dope, a'ight?
I-I trust y'all.
What the fuck is happening?
Beats the fuck out of me.
All right everybody,
let's put your hands together for Rigo!
Let's see those
motherfucking hands!
♪ When I pull up on a block
Like a real one do ♪
♪ Pop shots in the air
Bullet holes in the roof ♪
♪ Scurried off in a Benz
Got the paddock on a wrist ♪
♪ Got a bad little bitch
Finna hit it like a switch ♪
♪ Real nigga who I am
Real nigga who I been ♪
♪ Fuckin' with you now
Wasn't fuckin' with you then ♪
♪ See you in the streets
Then you comin' to a end ♪
♪ Stop sign on a hater
I'ma see you later ♪
♪ I'm greater
Than anybody you mention ♪
♪ Did I mention
I'm a motherfucking king ♪
♪ In this bitch, finna rolling
Green in this bitch ♪
♪ Finna pop a bean
In this bitch ♪
♪ Finna send a .45 through
The spleen of a snitch ♪
♪ Wait a minute
What you mean? Hit a scene ♪
♪ Need a Billie Jean
Put it in her jeans ♪
♪ Drop a pin
I'ma swing through ♪
♪ I'm gonna bring
The whole damn team through ♪
♪ Bring a couple hos
Finna show 'em ♪
♪ How we do, nigga ♪
♪ Now I'm living the dream ♪
♪ But really used to be
A nightmare ♪
♪ I really came a long way
From the night terrors ♪
♪ Every single night
Was a fight there ♪
♪ Every single night scared
Now I came up ♪
♪ No your brain's no cap
Nigga, fade up ♪
♪ Rigo all caps 'cause my name
Up, middle finger to the sky ♪
♪ 'Cause I really fucked the
Game up, throw the gang up ♪
♪ When I pull up on a block
Like a real one do ♪
♪ Pop shots in the air
Bullet holes in the roof ♪
♪ Scurried off in a Benz
Got the paddock on a wrist ♪
♪ Got a bad little bitch
Finna hit it like a switch ♪
♪ Real nigga who I am
Real nigga who I been ♪
♪ Fuckin' with you now
Wasn't fuckin' with you then ♪
♪ See you in the streets
Then you comin' to a end ♪
♪ Stop sign on a hater
I'ma see you later ♪
♪ I'm greater
Than anybody you mention ♪
♪ You motherfuckers
Don't win ♪
♪ I'm gettin' blunted
Still bringing the ruckus ♪
♪ And I ain't runnin' niggas'
Gas up in a fast truck ♪
♪ On my last nerve, hit
The gas, swerve on a nigga ♪
♪ Jump the curb, hop out,
No words on a nigga ♪
♪ Just pop, pop, pop
You ain't heard, lil' nigga ♪
♪ Lil' rookie with a gun
You better not miss ♪
♪ Here come the boogeyman,
Here I come, lil' bitch ♪
♪ Scream it one time
For the streets I roam ♪
♪ Atlanta, Georgia
you know the zone ♪
♪ West to the east
They know I'm on ♪
♪ North to the south
They know I'm home ♪
♪ 'Cause I work hard
for my money ♪
♪ Sweat a lot for my fame ♪
♪ Shed a few tears
Because of the pain ♪
♪ Then I made it big enough
For the game ♪
♪ Put yo hands up, stand up ♪
♪ Hands up, stand up ♪
♪ Hands up, stand up ♪
♪ Hands up, stand up ♪
♪ Hands up, stand up ♪
♪ Hands up, stand up ♪
♪ Hands up, stand up ♪
♪ Hands up, stand up ♪
♪ I see a lot
Of niggas talkin' ♪
♪ When I ain't
Really discussin' ♪
♪ Never been the type
To argue ♪
♪ With motherfuckers
Who dumpin' ♪
♪ Coppers rushin'
To the scene of the crime ♪
♪ And they ain't catch it, bet
The chopper leave his spleen ♪
♪ On the ground covered in
Ketchup, now let us pray ♪
♪ And burn Sage
To a mountain of dust ♪
♪ You son of a bitch
You wicked as fuck ♪
♪ You back-stabbin'
Two-timin'-ass nigga ♪
♪ Really switched on East ♪
♪ Should've known
His only son ♪
♪ Was a helluva beast
Ya feel me? ♪
♪ Fuck Sage Odom
And you can quote it ♪
♪ He got away with murder
And he floated ♪
♪ Should've noticed
I was coming ♪
♪ Clipped up and reloaded ♪
♪ And now I got
The chrome gripped up ♪
♪ And explodin'
No withholding ♪
♪ You can't crop me
Out the picture ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm hot now, nigga ♪
♪ Ain't dropped five songs
Still top five, nigga ♪
♪ Better pray
to someone special ♪
♪ On that hotline, nigga ♪
♪ 'Cause when I see you
In the streets ♪
♪ You'll be out, my nigga ♪
♪ I'm a motherfuckin' rider
A rider ♪
♪ Run up on me, and we slidin'
I'm slidin' ♪
♪ They be watchin'
Never tryin', tryin' ♪
♪ You gon' end up here
Beside him, beside him ♪
Chicago, how ya
like me now, huh?
Yeah, that's what
I'm talkin' about.
Listen,
this shit has been amazing.
Y'all have been awesome.
I want to take a quick pause,
a moment real quick
to shout out a special woman
that put this all together.
The show would not be here
without her.
Make some noise
for Collette Jones, everybody.
Look, just follow my lead.
Come on.
You're gonna need this.
♪ Hey, nobody said
It would be ♪
♪ Happy ever after
With you and me ♪
♪ But I'm ridin'
And that's a guarantee ♪
♪ Ain't no telling your story
Without me ♪
♪ Ain't no telling my story
Without you ♪
♪ And no matter what
Know that I got you ♪
♪ Said I'm ridin'
We shared a history ♪
♪ Ain't no telling your story
Without me ♪
♪ I won't act like Caesar ♪
♪ You know
That wouldn't be true ♪
♪ I can't act
Like I don't wanna smack ♪
♪ The shit
Out of you sometimes ♪
♪ I can't act like you
Don't give me the blues ♪
♪ But I can't act
Like they're ain't nothin' ♪
♪ That I wouldn't do
For you, baby ♪
♪ It might sound crazy
Where they see troubled water ♪
♪ I see everything wavy ♪
♪ I can never tell you, no
Everything they did ♪
♪ Only no I know is, no
I will never not be your lady ♪
♪ We hit a bump
It's all good ♪
♪ Runnin'
'Til the wheels off ♪
♪ As long as we're together ♪
♪ We can never be alone ♪
♪ I want you 'til the end ♪
♪ And then again
Me and you for the win ♪
♪ Me and you for the win
Yeah, yeah ♪
♪ We ridin'
We ridin', we ridin' ♪
♪ Hey
Nobody said it would be ♪
♪ It would be ♪
♪ Happy ever after
With you and me ♪
♪ But I'm ridin'
And that's a guarantee ♪
♪ Ain't no telling your story
Without me ♪
♪ Ain't no telling my story
Without you ♪
♪ And no matter what
Know that I got you ♪
♪ Said I'm ridin'
We shared a history ♪
♪ Ain't no telling your story
Without me ♪
♪ Ain't no you
Without me ♪
♪ There ain't no you
Without me ♪
♪ No, ain't no you without me ♪
- ♪ We ridin' ♪
- ♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪
Thank you, Chicago!
Let's go!
Hey, yo, Poppy, thanks
for your dancers.
Yo, them girls was crazy!
Stay the fuck away from me...
forever.
That was mad.
I'm buzzin'.
Ooh.
I'm still shakin'. Look.