Know Your Place

Nigga, I'm D1.

D-what?

- Nigga, you're D11 bitch. Shut the fuck up.

You're fuckin' weak.

- Man why did you even shoot the ball?

You're ass.

Why'd you even shoot the ball?

Fahm, shut up, shut up, Fahm.

I'm not one of them.

I'll give you a bucket. - You wanna play me?

I'll give you a bucket.

I'm not like these niggas.

- Come on. - Man lock his ass up.

- Shoot it bitch, shoot it bitch.

Shoot it bitch. Shoot it.

Get the fuck out of here. - Get the fuck off my court!

You are weak. - Time out, time out.

- You are weak! - He didn't call-

- You are weak! - He didn't even call bank.

You're weak.

Just go.

- Whose side are you on, nigga?

I'm just sayin'.

I'm on the winnin' side.

Bro, get outta here, bro.

You're weak. - Why the fuck are you-

- Why the fuck are you- - Bro, bounce out, bro.

You're weak.

Man, shut your black ass up. Get over there.

- Shut your fat ass up.

- Come here. - Aye, Robel your sister!

- Come here, boy. - Hey, Robel.

Your sister called me. - Hey, is that your sister-

- No, bro, don't talk about my sister

or I'll beat your ass. - No, I'm bein' dead ass.

You sister really called me.

Aye, tell her I'm single now.

- Aye, pass the weed! - Hello?

Pass the weed, Robel!

Oh, Robel!

Hey, sorry. What's up?

- You were supposed to be home.

Where are you?

I'm at the gym.

- Mom needs you to get some injera.

I don't even have money on me.

- It's fine. I called Ibraham.

Come home now.

All right.

All right, bye.

No, no, no you listen.

No my dad can't afford to pay y'all.

He sent y'all hella money for this already.

Yo, every time we turn it on, it smells like gas.

No you don't understand.

We're losing business 'cause of this.

Yes, we've been on the phone with you guys

for two, three weeks every day.

Yeah, but you guys are acting like it's our fault.

You know what? Hold on, hold on, hold on.

Here you go, cuddy.

Hey, this one's on us.

Tell the fam I said what's up too, man.

Hello?

Yeah, I'm still here.

That's basically what I'm trying to tell you.

- Hey, look, would you rather smell shit,

or smell like shit

for rest of your life. - I'm not doing this right now, dog.

- Nigga, answer the question, nigga.

It's not that hard.

- I'm gonna have to take one for the team.

Exactly. What the fuck?

Bro, if you smell like shit, nigga,

you're not gonna have friends or females

and it's over for that shit.

Is that why you got none?

I knew you were finna say

that stupid shit, bitch.

Nah, think of it, nigga.

If you smell like shit,

you're automatically finna smell shit,

it's your body.

- Nah, nigga, it's hard to smell yourself.

What?

- But you know how you like your own flavor, though?

- Bro, you're a real weirdo. Get away from me, dog.

- Nah, but I ain't even break a sweat today.

The runs aren't even active no more, bro.

- You talkin' 'bout shitting or hooping?

There's no fuckin' hoopers.

I gotta take my ass to Shoreline

for a fuckin' workout now, bro.

Facts.

- This nigga scuffed my shit, dog.

- That's where KeShaun used to stay, huh?

Yeah.

Hey, you sure you don't want me to go with you?

Nah, it's good.

Bro, it's fine. I could come.

Bro, I said it's good.

- All right then. I'ma just hit you.

- Hey, someone's at the gate.

- Hi. - Hi.

How are you? - Good.

How are you today?

I'm good.

- Amen. - Amen.

- Yo, you wanna go with me to the store?

I gotta get Baba's medicine.

Robel.

No, I'm cool.

Just come. Get out the house.

Mom, you called it in, right?

- You sure you're not trying to come?

- Why you always parking far? Damn.

- Boy, I gotta get my steps in.

How you think I keep it looking this good?

- You don't. - Whatever.

Let me see some chips.

Ugh, puffs?

For real? - Is there another kind?

No, you could have that.

So what's up?

- What you mean? - I mean what's up?

You ain't said nothing all night.

- Am I supposed to say something?

No, I'm just asking.

I just don't get all that.

Get what?

I just miss dad.

Hey.

You wanna drive?

- Stop playing. For real?

Hell no, boy. Get in the car.

- Bro, you're a real- - So dumb.

Whatever. - You play around too much.

Listen, I feel you.

You do what you gotta do, but you need to step it up.

Help out a little more.

House shit, with gramps.

Help mom out.

That would help me.

Aye.

You with it?

Just the parking lot.

You're lying.

Of course I'm lying, bro.

You're so stupid. - What's wrong with you, bro?

No, I'm playing. For real.

For real, I swear.

What's your problem, bro?

I'm sorry bro.

I'm sorry I'm playin'.

Okay, for real, though. - No.

Keep 'em. I don't want 'em.

Mom.

Mom, someone's blowing you up.

- What? - Somebody's calling.

Hello?

Uh, yeah. One second.

Hello?

No, no, no, no, no.

Hello?

Robel?

Robel?

What are you doing?

[Robel Okay, dang.

What time is it?

- Since when do I even go to church with you?

- Since when do you even go to church?

Michael.

- I heard you. I just got on my phone.

- Adey, you always do this.

- No, no, no, no. - I make plans

and you always-

What's going on?

Was it nice?

No, I'm talking about Cali.

Oh my god.

Yeah.

Ooh, let me see.

You look good.

- We gotta take you out tonight.

You're looking too good.

Come on. Come on.

- Hey, hi, how are you?

What's up, Mr. Wang? I'm good.

That's good.

Wait a minute.

- Is your mom home? I will talk with her.

- Yeah, she's home. One second, I got you.

Okay. Thank you.

Mom?

Mom?

Mom, Mr. Wang's looking for you.

Mr. Wang's outside. He's looking for you.

- Hi, how're you doing? You called.

- Yeah, this bell is not working.

I don't know why I have this.