The Chi

Previously on The Chi...

When are we gonna get this new, big house?

So listen, just put down whatever you can,

and, um, I'll cover the difference.

I gotta talk to my lady first.

Yes.

Go get us some money so we can cut ties with Douda

and be our own boss.

So you-you-you don't want me to pay you back?

I want something else.

Q was my brother.

I wanna know who killed him.

No use in both of us being alone on V-day.

- I'm in a situation. - So am I.

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- What's this? A bag of nickels? - No.

It's a little deadlier than that.

I don't need this.

You should be able to protect your family.

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My son ain't gonna be needing your little housewarming gift.

Only thing he need protection from is you.

If anything happens to my son, his girl, or they kids,

I kill you myself.

- Oh, shit. - What?

- Did you go through my drawer? - No. Why?

- Anyone else come in here? - No, just me.

- Oh, shit. - Emmett!

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Oh, shit.

Come on, baby.

You know that shit, it clouds up my mind.

Come on.

4/20 only comes around once a year.

Get into the spirit.

Mm-hmm.

You know, it's a damn shame

you cut up this fine-ass Cuban cigar for this...

this fucking made-up holiday.

What?

This made-up holiday

is gonna make you a lot of money.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

You like that?

- Oh, shit. - What?

Somebody's in here.

What?

Who is that?

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We need to talk.

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Bianca.

Roselyn.

In the streets, you don't eat if you don't work

Ain't never been spoon fed

All I did was put in work

This shit ain't for the weak

If you scared go to church

No handouts for nobody

If you want it, get off your ass

Put in work

The only shit worth having

Is shit that you grind for

Working hard, no days off

Never know when your time's up

Ain't really shit you can be

When you a sleeper or a dreamer

And thinking you gon' take some, but we strive

Please believe us

Make money all day

Get a busy late night for the weaver

When doing a regular-degular doin' porn shit...

Yo, hey. You good?

Yeah.

- W-- - Yeah.

Back and forth, back and forth

On two different cellulars

I got some niggas that know where your peoples

Be sleeping at, if you thinkin'...

- Excuse me. - Hey, hey, man! Watch out.

You feel something hard under the cushion?

Hey, hey! First of all, pause!

Okay? Second of all, you need to cool the fuck out.

Yeah, you acting real paranoid right now.

- Man, come on. I'm-I'm good. - No.

H-honestly, you need to hit this, bro.

Please.

Man.

Hey, come on, man. Get that medicine up in you.

Yeah.

No, I'm good.

Oh, you can't smoke 'cause you're with the government?

Nah, I'm just chillin' right now.

I don't want you losing your job

just 'cause it's 4/20 and shit.

Hey, that just means

more weed-infused wings for us.

I'm glad y'all pulled up on me.

- Yeah. - I know, right?

I mean, I ain't kicked it with my nigga, Vic,

in a minute, though.

Man, I'm just tryna get this city together, bro.

Yeah, I know it's a full-time job.

I wish you could smoke with us. I know your ass stressed.

Yeah, I don't really think weed would help me out right now.

Shit, it helps my ass.

- Right? - I don't know what I would do

if I couldn't smoke no weed to clear my mind.

Sometimes, I just be talking to myself, man,

just to get my thoughts out there.

Mm.

Am I crazy?

No, no, you're not crazy.

A lot of people talk to themselves.

But you know, it could mean

you longing for someone else to talk to.

I don't know, it just...

I always dreamed about what life would be like

once I got out of the pen, and...

now that I'm out, I just...

just kinda feel like my life is closing in on me.

From the outside looking in, my life is great.

Shit, business is booming,

Kiesha and I are good for the most part,

all my baby mamas are happy as fuck.

Thank you. Shit.

You know what I mean?

But shit is stressful as hell.

I mean, like...

feel like I'm juggling a lot of shit right now,

and, uh, I'm scared I might drop something.

That why you so anxious?

Yeah. It's-it's a lot going on.

Hey...

when the last time y'all saw a therapist?

Does couple's therapy count?

Yeah, sure.

Not--oh, damn. That was with Tiff.

- That was about a year ago. - What about you, Shaad?

Nigga, Jesus is my therapist, okay?

Amen.

Come on. It's not funny. For real.

Come on. We fucking with you.

Come on, man, you know how I am about that shit.

I don't like strangers knowing all my business.

Rather just talk to my people, man.

But what if we did this more often,

but without the weed wings?

What, get together and talk shit, nigga?

Yeah, like, we could talk about whatever you want.

Whatever said in that space will never leave that space.

You mean like Fight Club?

Don't--no, not quite.

I don't want us to fight each other.

I want us to talk to each other.

I mean... I feel you, bruh.

Yeah, I ain't trying to fight nobody.

I got kids.

- Tell that. - Look.

We gotta be protectors, right? But who gon' protect us?

- Mm. That's real. - Yeah.

Uh, hold on.

I thought you weren't fucking with the high wings.

Man, Fatima told me to grab her a plate.

Yeah! I know that's right.

Hey, man. Tell I said what's up, man.

I will.

Y'all wanna link up tomorrow night at the ROCK center?

And we can finish this conversation.

I'm game.

Shit, I ain't got shit to do, nigga.

Yeah, let me just check with Kiesha first.

- I should be good. - All right. Well, let me know.

- A'ight. - Okay.

Q was working for the FBI.

I knew that motherfucker was opps.

Apparently, he almost got locked up a few years ago,

but to avoid jail time,

he decided he was gonna go and work as an informant.

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What they got on us?

Nothing big enough to come arrest you for.

But if they find out that you had

anything to do with his death,

you can go to jail for the rest of your life.

I threw his body in the river for a reason.

Well, water doesn't wash away everything.

I'll keep the suits at bay.

For now.

Uh--until then,

no more killing niggas for chewing gum too loud.

Hey, it's not my fault I got sensitive ears.

Fuck.

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In the end all I wanted was you

In the end all I wanted was you

Ya-ya-ya-ya

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