The Last O.G.

Nice.

Ooh.

Hey.

- - Yeah.

Ah.

Uh-huh.

Hey Tray, you holdin'?

You know I got you, boo.

If I ain't got it, I'ma get it.

Let me get that dub.

You know I got that good stuff over here.

Tell a friend, and tell a friend.

Lemon drops and it drops.

You know what it is.

Thanks, Dad.

Thanks, Dad.

Aaaaaah!

A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow.

The you talking about, Gustavo?

Mind your own damn business!

Come on, Amira. Pick up.

This is family time.

Don't even think about answering that phone.

You know my rules.

I support you, Mom.

If you want to do family time,

let's do family time.

Hi. You've reached Amira. Please leave a message.

- -

Now, we can play some fun board games

like "Monopoly" or "Cards Against Humanity,"

or we can make up our own song.

We can have a dance battle.

I've been watching YouTube videos,

so I will kill y'all in a dance battle.

Eh! Look how Mama do it.

Ooh! Y'all can't see me.

No?

Alright, well, based off the energy in here,

I'ma keep it real basic

and we can just watch television.

- That one. - Yep.

Alright.

Well, let's watch "Greenleaf."

My girlfriends have been watching it,

and I want to see what they're talking about.

Isn't that on the OWN network?

Mm-hmm.

We don't have it.

- We don't? - We don't have anything.

I'm pretty sure we can just

buy the first season online.

I do not want to watch "Greenleaf" on no computer.

Ma, I'll just mirror it to the TV.

I just think you can do better.

In fact, I know you can do better.

Dad, what's your password?

Uh, "ShaysBae."

ShaysBae!

Ooh, thank you, boo-boo!

What? Okay.

Who's on the phone?

It's nothing.

Alright. I got it.

Y'all want to watch YouTube videos of goats

head-butting people in their junk?

Boy, we watching "Greenleaf."

Josh, come on. You're missing family time.

I got to take this call outside.

Outside?

"Greenleaf" it is.

Hey. You made this wrong.

I asked for extra caramel.

I gave you extra caramel.

Yeah, well, I can't even taste it.

Really, it's not that hard.

You want extra caramel?

- Oh. - What the...

Let me see your manager.

- We got a problem? - No.

- We got a problem?! - No.

The hell was that, Tray?

The customer just caught me at a bad time.

What's going on with you?

My daughter. She mad at me.

She ain't called me back.

I feel like she done with me.

Got me all up.

Well, I don't care what you going through.

We cannot have you threatening my customers.

Do not up my business, Tray.

All you care about is your business,

and I just told you my daughter ain't speaking to me?

That's personal. This is business.

Now, don't be bringing that prison mentality up in here.

I don't want no parts of no thug shit up in here.

You was the grimiest nigga in the neighborhood.

You better keep your voice down.

Grimiest nigga in the neighborhood.

And you gonna judge me?

Now, I know it's been tough for you.

No, you don't.

Wavy, it wasn't tough. It was hell!

And don't forget, I got locked up selling your crack,

so don't get it twisted.

Yo, my man.

Don't you put your hands in my face.

Now I know you're upset,

so I'ma let that slide, alright?

But for the next few days, you off.

- You ain't working. - Come on, Wavy, man.

I can't take no days off. I need the money.

Then you better watch your mouth.

And don't bite the hand that feeds you.

Now, if you want to keep this job,

you better show me some respect.

Understood?

Understood.

Get the out of here. Take your ass home.

And I better see a new attitude from you

when I see you next week.

with my money, nigga.

Why won't you let me do a series?

- Jacob just did that one... -

On running the race or...

What the ?

It's not like he's good...

Josh!

Come on, Charity.

There he is. He's going somewhere.

Your daddy's made his position clear, girl.

Sit your ass down.

Don't talk to her like that.

Don't you talk to your uncle like that.

Daddy, I think...

Mm-hmm.

Gigi!

Okay, if you're going, then I'm going, too.

If he's doing something crazy,

I cannot risk the fact that you could kill him.

Sweetie, baby girl, look at me.

I am not mad. I'm smiling.

Look, we already had one parent incarcerated.

We don't need another.

- Boy, bye. - Hey, hey, hey.

You don't have any shoes on.

Go get my Reeboks.

Look, I'm going with you because you need me to go with you.

- Shahzad? - Nah, I'm cool.

Gonna stay here and watch "Greenleaf".

Good show.

- - Mama, the truth...

That son of a... I need to breathe.

Breathe, Shannon. Breathe. You got this.

This is so disappointing.

I mean, this isn't like Dad.

You know, I always thought that white men

who dated black women were supposed to be more dependable.

Well, Robin Thicke.

Mm. True, true.

I need to know the truth.

I just want to see what's going on with my own eyes.

I mean, let's be real for a second.

This is Dad.

I don't think he would cheat.

Me neither, sweetie.

But he hasn't answered any of my calls or texts,

he's been evasive, and now he's having lunch

with a young, white girl

in front of my goddamn eyes!

Are we about to do a drive-by or something?

Look, I'm not cut out for all that.

Don't bitch out on me now, girl.

You made a choice in that house.

We both did, and we going down this rabbit hole together.

That man got a sexy text message

from another bitch at our house.

I'm not letting that ride. Mnh-mnh.

Can we at least call him? One more time.

Okay. I'll try.

Mm-hmm. Look.

Oh, no. Is he texting?

"Call you in a bit. Luv ya."