Atlanta

Hey. What's good, Black?

Eh, you know, man. I'm cooling, man.

-How you doin', boy? -You know, man. What you been up to, bruh?

Man, I'm running around like a damn chicken

-with its head cut off, boy. -Oh, yeah?

Yeah, man. You know how it is at holiday time, man.

-I can't wait for this shit to be over. -Yeah, man.

Hey, I heard that new song of yours, man.

That thing fye, though.

Oh, yeah? I appreciate it, fam.

Yeah, man. That shit cool, bruh.

Uh, thanks, man.

Yeah.

Nah, but, for real, man, you really doing your thing

out here, man. Like, straight-up, bruh.

Respect, man. Hey, you getting the same thing, right?

Uh, yeah, man.

Hey, um, I want some of that molly, too, remember?

-Oh, yeah. It's five for a ounce. -Yeah, yeah, yeah.

That's cool. And I got a... got the ten in here for that.

-All right, then. -Hey, nigga. Hey.

Hey, that kush you gave me last time?

- Yo, that shit was legit, boy. - Oh, yeah?

-What you talking 'bout, that lemon-lime or something? -Yo.

Yeah, man. Yo, you got any more of that?

-Nah, I sold all out of that shit, bruh. -Psh. Damn, man.

I was smoking it my damn self, man. Let me know when you get

-some more of that, all right? -Yeah, I got you, fam.

Hey, yo, man,

-you ever... -It ain't my fault, bruh.

Nigga.

I'm sorry about this shit, bruh. I mean,

you'll be all right though. You know what I'm saying?

Your song is hot, bruh. Probably go platinum or some shit.

I ain't making no money off that fucking song, nigga.

Nigga, calm the fuck down, nigga.

I need this shit, bruh.

Real talk, man.

Hey, where Darius at, bruh? He in the car over there?

No, man.

Cool.

Tell him I said, "What's up?"

What?

Hey, let me get your keys, too, bruh.

I don't want you to chase after me when I pull off, bruh.

-What? -I don't want you to chase

after me when I pull off, dawg. Let me get your keys...

Nigga, I heard you. Shut up, man.

Shit.

Appreciate it, bruh. You can... you can head out, man.

Child lock, man.

-Hold up. I got you. -Child lock.

Can you unl... Come on. Can I get the fuck out, please?

Fuck it, man. I got it. I got it. I'll just...

I got it. Why you got to lock in the child?!

Oh, my God.

That's the window, man! St... Oh, shit...

- Hey... - Whatever, nigga. Whatever.

Hey, I'm sorry about this shit, man.

Hey, I would take you home, but you might come out the house

shooting at me and shit.

-Hey, man. -Nigga...

I'm-I'm sorry about this shit, man.

I'm-a pay you back, man.

Appreciate you, man.

*

* Yeah, I just ran through the bag, it's all there *

* Pull up if you wanna buy a half, it's all there *

* 28, 36, 1,000, all there, uh! *

- Damn, that shit is crazy. - Ten years.

I been shopping with this nigga for ten years.

He's just gonna leave me out there, stranded.

And I had to go back out there this morning with Darius

to help me pick up my wheels.

You got to be careful, man.

Man, you know the worst part of it is

is that he done fucked up my whole shit.

Like-Like, I can't even re-up and get my money back,

'cause he my plug.

He better hope I don't catch his ass

out there slippin', boy...

Hey, man, y-you just got off house arrest.

-You got to be careful with... -Oh, my God.

Here you go on that house slave shit, nigga.

I just told you that I almost lost my life, a'ight?

I at least got to pistol whip this nigga to death

or some shit. Fuck out of here!

- Hi... - Hi.

How are you?

You hungry? You need anything?

We got a kitchen

fully stocked for the staff.

It's all organic, you know.

Gluten-free.

-I think we're good. Yeah. -Yeah.

Good? All right, just let me know.

I am in charge of music outreach here.

My name is Peter Savage, but everyone here calls me

"35 Savage," because I'm 35.

We're gonna call you "36 Savage," soon.

All right. Take it easy.

Anyway, we're all big fans of your music

and your brand here, so we just want to continue to explore

some opportunities for how we can grow your reach

through our platform.

-Awesome. -Cool.

- Cool. - Cool.

Yeah, really cool. All right.

Well, we're excited to hear what you've been working on,

so let's go ahead and get that going.

Absolutely. Um...

Here-Here we go.

Uh...

We don't have any disc drives.

Yeah, it's a new state-of-the-art system.

It's all wireless and fully integrated into the platform.

How about this? Uh, do you have it on your phone or laptop?

Yeah. Yeah, actually, I do.

All right, great.

Um...

Let's play it from your phone. If you don't mind,

I'll just... get on the wireless here.

Yeah. All right...

E-mail it to me. Let's do that.

-Yeah? That cool? -Sure, yeah.

-That'll be easier. -Let me just...

It's, uh, savagebeast82@hotmail.

I e-mailed you yesterday. It should...

Oh, yeah. You e-mailed me from it...

-Yeah, yeah. -Um,

you should be getting it...

Okay. You've got mail.

Just kidding. No, but I do have it.

Um, let's go... let's go ahead and let's listen to it.

Uh... Huh.

Okay. Well, maybe I didn't, uh...

Let me see.

It's saying it's invalid. Okay,

-hey, go grab Ryan for me. -Yeah.

Yeah, thanks.

Well, see, now it says it's playing.

Yeah. That doesn't make sense.

-Okay, uh, just play another track. -Okay.

Try another one.

No, see? That's not working, either.

Um... how 'bout this? Could we play auxiliary?

I don't think so.

- No? All right. - No.

-Just give us, like, ten minutes. -Yeah.

-That'd be cool. -That'd be good. Yeah.

So, I-I started writing some music.

This is Paper Boi, and you're tuned into

the Fresh Mix Rap playlist.

Long live fresh.

Okay.

All right, uh... Let's do another take,

but let's do one... Uh... Let's do one that's cool,

that's just, like... cool.

This is Paper Boi, and you're tuned into

the Fresh Rap Mix playlist.

Long live fresh... nigga.

Okay. Uh, so,

let's do it again, and just, like, this time,

like you're at a party, and everything's crazy.

*

This place, um... has a vibe.

Hell yeah.

But it's gonna help you out, man.

I'm super excited. You're gonna...

you're gonna be happy you did this.

Yeah, if you say so.

I'll say all that when I get that check, though.

Yo, what's good?

Paper Boi, what's happening, man?

* Paper Boi, Paper Boi *

-* All about the paper, boy. * Shit.

-Hey. -Yo, I'm a big fan, bro.

-Oh, yeah? -Yeah, man.

-Appreciate it, man. -I'm Clark County.

Yeah, I know, man.

Hey, your single, "Money Bags,"

it's, um... it's dope, man.

-Thanks, man, I appreciate that. -Mm-hmm.

What's up, man?

Oh, yeah, man. This, um. This my cousin, Earn.

Oh, Cousin Earn.

-What's good, man? -What's going on?

Cousin Earn, you a rapper, too? Cousin Earn?

-Nah. I'm-I'm-I'm the manager. -He's my manager.

Ah, keepin' it in the family.

-I respect that. -Yeah.

It's nice to see some black folks up in here, man.

Yo, you know they got a chef up in here? I got this nigga

-cooking me spaghetti, G. You know what I'm saying? -Yeah.

For real, though.

I'm-a get that shit to go, too.

-For real. -Hey, what's up?

-What's good, bro? -What's up, man?

Yo, Lucas. Yo, this is my manager, Lucas.

What's up, Earn? How you doin', baby?