Ricky

-All right, God, we thank you, we thank you.

How wonderful you are, God.

Look at how You brought Ricky out, God.

We are so delighted that he is

with us now. - Whoo.

Ricky is home.

You protected and shielded him. You covered him.

We thank you for your goodness.

Thank you for your mercy.

Father God, help him right his ships.

Thank you, God, thank you.

Thank you for keeping him.

Hallelujah.

Slow, slow, slow, slow, slow.

Slow, slow, slow, wait, back.

Damn.

Yo, come scoop me.

Scoop you?

This bus is taking forever, yo.

Nigga, I'm doing something right now.

You ain't doing shit, dawg.

I'm serious. I need a ride, bro.

Yo, I'm like, I need, like,

I need, like, an hour, bro, all right?

Yo, I gotta go.

What's up, little man?

Yo, what you doing?

What the hell are you doing? Gimme the ball.

- Oh, nah, it just rolled... - Give me the ball...

down to the street.

- Please, help me. - Hey, hold up.

-Kareem, what did I tell you about doing that?

Hold up. He need a cut?

What? Stand here.

- I'm a barber. - Who are you?

Me, uh, my name Rick.

Rick what? From where?

I don't know you. Why are you talking to my son?

-Nah, I, I just got back into town.

-You don't hear how crazy you sound talking to me right now?

Why are you talking to my son?

Nah, deadass.

I just got off work, but I cut hair, too.

-Okay, well, what's your socials?

- My what? - Like your Gram,

something that'll tell me who you are.

Who are you?

-Oh, nah, I don't, uh, I don't mess with all that.

- Okay, you're done. - Hey, Hold, hold, hold up.

Let me show you. I'm a barber, for real.

Like, see what I'm saying?

Not that one, I didn't do that one.

- Mm-hmm. - Or that one.

- Okay. - But yeah, but this.

- You did this one? - That was me, yep.

I'm saying I could hook little man up.

You know what I mean? He look like he could use it.

All right, give me your number.

-Nah, it's, it's a, uh, it's a new phone, so-

You don't know your own number?

-No, I, I know it, but, you know,

I've been trying to figure out, um...

- Right, right, okay. - So-

I'm gonna give you my number.

It's me, 'kay?

-Hey, what you say your name was?

Oh, I didn't.

Hey, OG, runtz.

What'd you say?

Yo, what you deaf, nigga?

I said I got weed for sale.

- Man, fuck outta here. - Word?

- Yeah. - All right, bet.

Bullshit.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Yo, yo, chill, chill.

-What's that shit you saying now?

-I ain't even on all that, bro, for real.

Fuck outta here.

Motherfucker, get your bitch-ass.

Motherfucker, yeah, the fuck you thought you was going?

-Yo, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill.

Fuck that.

-What's y'all want? What y'all want?

-You made me run all this fucking way.

I didn't do nothing.

-Hey, hey, you with the gun, put the fucking gun down.

Put the fucking gun down.

Put that fucking gun on the deck now!

You think I'm playing? I'll fucking smoke you.

Put it on the deck right now, motherfucker!

- All right, OG. - Get the fuck out.

You too, get the fuck outta here.

- Fuck you, bitch-ass nigga. - I'll put this

up your fucking ass.

Fuck you. Get the Vaseline.

Get the fuck out.

-Look, man, they was trying- -Be cool.

to rob me.

- They was trying to rob me. - Back the fuck up.

I, I didn't do nothing. They was trying to rob me.

I was just walking home from work.

I ain't do nothing, all right?

They was chasing me for no reason.

- There's always a reason. - Leslie.

Swear to God, man. Look.

I was coming back from work. - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

whoa, be fucking cool.

Slow! - Look, look,

-Leslie -I'm just coming back

from work. - Phone.

- I swear to God. - Leslie.

- Swear to God. - Angie,

go back in the house, honey.

They're asking about the car.

Okay, Ange, go back in.

I already told you I want the car gone.

- Oh, my God. - I'm, I'm tired

of playing these games with you.

- Ange. - And who's that?

-Angie, love of my life, go back in the fucking house!

All right.

All right.

Go on. Get outta here.

Go!

James.

James, I know you hear me. - Ma, it's me.

Ricky, didn't I ask you

to take out the trash earlier?

-I've been busy. I ain't get it yet.

I've been working.

Well, are you working now?

-Ma, I'm just trying, I'm trying to get out, okay?

Ricky, don't you give me that tone.

I'm not. I'm just trying to get out.

Well, take the trash out when you're done.

Mom.

Yo, Mom talk to you?

Yo, yeah, yo, about earlier,

that's my bad, bro, my fault.

I got caught up, like, for real, for real.

Almost had me caught up for real, for real.

Deadass? What happened?

-Don't even worry about it, dawg.

We good?

- Yeah. - I don't like

how that shit sound. - Yo, I'm gonna figure it out

like I always figure it out.

-Nah, bro, don't get caught up in no shit, bro.

What? For real, earlier though, my bad, bro, gangster.

All right? I got you next time.

That was on me.

Nah, it's all good.

I need a favor from your girl, though.

-Nigga, what? Fuck outta here with your celibate ass.

Talking about my girl. - Celibate, nigga?

- Yeah, nigga. - I look celibate?

- Yeah, you do. - Motherfucker.

Man, come on.

Come on, kid, come on, kid.

Hello.

Hey, is this Rick?

Yeah, who this?

Oh, so you're just giving your phone number

out to anybody?

Oh, nah, my bad, what's good?

Yeah, you could do that favor for my son?

All right, I got you.

Hold on. Kareem.

Why he here?

-Boy, play your tablet and sit down.

And be still, please.

I'll be right back.