- Dawg, I'm talking team photo. - Mm-hmm.
Caption, "Get your 'Lik Sneaks now!
They sleeky and they freaky."
Huh? What you think?
I think the caption's pretty weak-y.
Okay, well, you just missed out
on your free pair of 'Lik Sneaks, baby.
Yo, where the hell is everybody?
- No, I'm not-- - No. No.
Malik.
Gentlemen and barbarians, I present your prom king,
Jamison Fields and his date.
Okay, yeah, I'm out. Okay, I'm out.
Oh!
Guys, guys, seriously.
Aw, boo!
I thought all Black guys knew how to dance.
Hey, I'm Conner.
Can I, uh, can I dance with your date?
Who is this fine, sexy, talk about perfect...
No, you can't dance with my date.
- She's my date. - You can share.
Uh, the question is, do you love her?
- Mm. - Whoo!
I, uh...
I don't know!
Yeah, ha-ha! Yeah, look, guys.
Guys, guys, guys, guys. Ain't none of this funny, man.
Ain't none of this funny.
- Can you stop? - Sir, please stand by, sir.
No, can you...
Jamison, can you teach me how to throw a football?
I'll mike you up.
But only if you see me as the you
that you see me as I'm seeing you.
Pretty deep.
Hey! That's enough!
That is enough, man, what...
- Dawg, dawg, dawg. - Yeah, man.
- Come here, man, come... - Y'all play too much.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, we play too much.
But listen, bro, just chill out,
'cause all this means, is that your Black ass
is a part of the family now, man!
Huh?
I'm not one of the family until I make the team.
That's all that matters.
- Hey, bro, what... - Playing-- no, you play too much.
Too much. Play too much.
Yo, what is this? What the--
Yo, what-- what is this?
Come on, man!
Dawg, bro, y'all seriously think it's okay
to take the worst moment of a man's life
and make a joke about it?
Seriously?!
If this is your sick idea of a family,
I have one question.
Which one of you idiots is gonna pin
this cute boutonniere on me?
Oh, I hate y'all! I hate y'all!
Y'all play too much, dawg! Y'all play too much, man!
♪
Mmm! This taste like chocolate, honey.
Give me some marshmallows and we talking.
Thank you, baby.
Tasha, we should get going. Got a hard out at 6:00.
Gotta prep for my Vogueshoot in the morning.
Oh, really? Who you shooting at Vogue?
Oprah, girl. She got the cover.
Oh, so I am ahead of Oprah.
Yes! Okay, well, honey,
this butterfly is gorgeous
and she is ready to take flight.
Yeah? I'm ready, girl.
Excuse me, ma'am.
We have a complaint about your hairstyle.
- The beads. - What about the beads?
Well, they're not regulation.
You scared to lose? Just say so!
Thanks, but no thanks.
- I ain't feeling these. - Well, dawg, that's your loss.
You know how much these sneakers gonna be worth?
I don't care if they worth a million dollars, Malik,
you can kick rocks with these kicks, all right?
Did you ask Sydney if she wants 'em
- with her big-ass feet? - I did.
She said shove 'em up your ass,
but I'm trying to show some restraint.
Whoa, ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho.
What the hell is going on here, y'all?
Why don't you ask your moms what's going on?
Oh, that's right.
She's under the bus, where you threw her.
I didn't know the tweet would blow back on my moms, fool.
She cool.
She spun that shit like Rumpelstiltskin.
What the hell y'all mad about?
My mom means everything to me, Malik.
I wouldn't be here without her.
Okay.
I love my freaky 'Likies.
- What? - You gonna trust a leader
who'd risk destroying his own mom to make a point?
Dawg, not you too, man.
Oh, no, man, I love these things.
Can I try like a 12, though?
Uh, sure. Just get Sydney's.
- This one? - Yeah.
We either have to get rid of the beads
or you'll have to forfeit.
Can we call my mom?
Yeah.
Kai, in the history of Oakmont,
we have never forfeited a match.
Forfeiting is quitting,
and we don't train quitters, do we?
When you mix the vibe of a nightclub
and the energy of a football game,
you get a cocktail of euphoria and money.
Cocktail of euphoria and money.
Doesn't even make any sense.
Okay, okay, all right.
Focus, Britt.
When you...
Jamison? What are you doing here?
Look, I just need to come out and say this to you.
- I am, um... - Okay, look, but before you do,
I really am working on something, so...
- It'll be real quick. - But it's already not.
Look, we got a lot
of screen time on Hard Blocks,
and I was harsh.
I was caught off-guard,
and some unexpected feelings came up.
I saw that. Me and the whole world.
No.
No, not-- not feelings for Allison.
Feelings that led me here... to you.
Oh, um...
You can sit down if you...
Oh, thank you.
- Um... - Uh, if I'm being honest,
I kind of felt some way too.
I was hoping you'd say that.
And I was also hoping that maybe we could take
these feelings out for a bite?
I would love to take our feelings out for a bite,
but it's obvious you have some things
to work through, so...
- So, that's a no. - It's a not right now.
But look, I really-- I gotta work on my pitch because...
Oh, the pitch that Tasha told you not to do?
Tasha don't own me, she don't tell me what to do.
So, you called in sick.
- Stomach flu, cramps, all of that. - Right.
The pitch is in T-minus three hours,
and it's still-- it's missing something.
Well, how 'bout a dress rehearsal?
- I could be your audience. - Would you really
- do that for me? - Of course.
But, if I buy this pitch, this is a date.
- Mm. - Mm.
Fine.
- Don't mind me, but I just gotta ask. - Mm-hmm?
Finding out your son betrayed a sister
on national TV, how you doing?
Oh, girl, that ain't nothing, honey.
But this Mogul Magazinespread
is ever-y-thing! Okay?
Okay.
- Music off. - Oh, Lord.
This is my daughter's school. I gotta take this.
This is Tasha Mack.
Mrs. Mack, it's Simone at Oakmont.
I need you to come to campus,
there was a situation with Kai.
A situation? What you mean a situation?
- Is Kai okay? - Kai's fine.
But it's best if you get down here immediately.
Okay, I'll be right there.
Uh, Carrie? Don't you move, girl,
'cause this butterfly gonna be right back, okay?
Club End Zone is a unique and special experience
that'll make you the envy of all owners.
Thank you.
So, what'd you think?
- I think it was good. - Good, like great?
Or good, like you don't wanna hurt my feelings?
Good, as in it was really good.
- But... - But you're right, it's missing something.
It's missing something. You felt it, right?
Yeah. I think it's missing the why.
Like, why do you need to do this club?
Because it's my idea,
it's a great idea, and I wanna get paid.
I know that.
Like, for example, like, why do I need to play football?
- Why? - Football saved my life.
It's the only space I can go to and feel free.
If life is a battlefield, my pads are my armor,
my skills are my sword.
This world of violence is where I find peace.
I'd be lost without it.
Okay. I need to find a why.
Exactly. Why does Brittany Pitts
- need to do this club? - Well, no, no, no.
'Cause the Colonel doesn't care about why me,
he cares about why him.
Okay, I got it.
So, each game, I will bring a VIP artist
to Club End Zone, like--
I don't know, somebody like Ari Lennox.
And then, that artist
will perform at the Colonel's casino
the entire week, so then it's a win-win.
That's the why! Oh, okay, let yourself out,
and I just gotta adjust my pitch really quick.
- This... - But thank you. Thank you so much.
- Um... - All right, bye!
Kai?
Oh. Hey, baby.
- Are you okay? - Mommy, I won.
She's 12, and I kicked that scaredy-cat's butt.
I know. And Mommy is so proud of you.
Can you do me a favor and go wait in the hall?
I'm not in trouble, am I?
You're not in trouble.
Who cut my baby's crown?
Okay, first, I would like to say
that Kai is very gifted.
Now, unfortunately, we had an obstacle
that we had to overcome in order to get Kai
that big victory.
You're calling her hair an obstacle?
Well, I assumed that you would be at the match.
We tried calling but you couldn't be reached.
Oh, okay, so because I couldn't be reached,
you thought it was okay to maim my child?!
Well, I did try to get the beads out,
but I-- I mean, her hair was just too tight and messy.
Messy? Oh, I got your messy.
Better yet, the Bible says an eye for an eye,
or a lock for a lock, and if it don't,
it damn well should.
I wish they would.
Ain't that a bitch?
Mama's boy dropped the tweet on his own mama.
It's 'cause they focusing on the messenger
and not the message.
Man, Kincaid out here "nigga" calling,
and you getting crucified? Shit wack.
Everybody's against me, Caleb.
Hell, maybe I shouldn't do this press tour.
Like, what if my mom is trying to set me up?
Yeah, well, put a period on that.
We got sneaks to sell.
No, I'm serious, dawg.
All my mama care about is milking the cash cow.
She don't give a damn about what I think or how I feel.
She wouldn't stand up for me with the Colonel,
but she gonna stand up for that white boy.
And seriously, dawg, Caleb...
...she should be apologizing to me.
Yo, dawg, how long you been standing right there?
Yo, dawg, who is Caleb?
I'm suing you, I'm suing this school,
I'm suing your mama, I'm suing the ghost
of your mama's mama for traumatizing my child.
Tasha, let's not overreact.
Kai didn't seem at all traumatized.
Well, Karen, sometimes Black trauma seems invisible,
until one day you wake up and you're surrounded
by two rent-a-cops waiting to grab a bitch.
Ken, Bob, we'll handle this.
Hallelujah.
Finally, someone Black in charge.
I'm sorry, sister, I don't know who you are,
but I love your energy.
- Fire this bitch! - Mrs. Mack, I'm Monique Moore,
the COO of Oakmont.
I don't have all the details, but from what I've been told,
Simone removed Kai's beads as requested.
Oh. You one of those sisters, huh?
Tasha, listen, Kai is now the youngest first-place winner
in the history of the academy.
What better demonstration of Black girl magic?
You know, I ain't kick nobody's ass in a long time,
but you got one more word to come out of your mouth
before I lay hands on you.
Obviously, there's no reasoning with you.
Monique, can you please speak to her?
Simone, is that why you called me?
So the only Black board member
can Harriet Tubman you out of this situation?
Ha!
You see, the Underground Railroad
- is closed today. - Of course not.
I called you because I thought that you would understand.
Oh, I understand.
You didn't just remove the beads,
you cut a little girl's hair in the name of victory,
and you have no remorse.
I did what Kai wanted and what was best for this academy.
She is a child. She doesn't know what she wants!
Well, maybe if her mother had been here for her,
then we wouldn't be in this mess in the--
- You arrogant piece of... - Uh-uh, Tasha.
Come on. Come on, come on.
I cannot justify what Simone did.
But I know this. If you stay here,
this won't end well.
Why don't you come with me?
I think I know how to help Kai.
This here... this ain't over.
Lead the way, Harriet.
Malik, you are up here getting high,
you're yelling at the TV, and you're talking to a dude
who's not even there.
I'm worried about you, man.
Bro, it's nothing, all right?
Shit, all right, look,
I'm just talking to myself, dawg.
Look, I'm high, that's all.
Yeah, yeah, you said that to Hard Blocks.
I didn't believe it then, and I don't believe it now.
So, I'm gonna ask you again. Who is Caleb?
Yo, 'Lik, it's time.
I don't think we can handle the Mom thing alone.
Caleb is my best friend.
Or at least, he was until he died.
And sometimes, I miss talking to him.
So, when shit get tough in my life, I do.
So, that's it. Just let it go.
I got you. Oh, whoa, okay, okay.
- How'd he die?
Senior year.
Homecoming game.
Took a hit that he'd taken a thousand times,
but only this time, he never got up.
A year later, he died.
- Look, I'm sorry, man.
Is he here now?
Damn right, I'm here. Always will be.
Yeah, he's here now.
Look, dawg, I know he ain't real.
But with this ownership shit
and this pressure to change, I need him.
But what I really need right now is a fresh cut
before this live Gayle King TV interview I got to do, hmm?
Yeah, I wasn't gonna say nothing.
Yeah, well, barber's a freaking flake, dawg.
Well, lucky for you,
came to the right place, my man.
Oh, hell. No, don't tell me
that you learned how to cut hair in prison too.
Oh yeah, it's one of my many side hustles.
- Yeah.
Go on, sit down, let me fade you up real quick.
Hey. Trust me.
Cheers.
That head mistress is a disgrace.
Bitch, she done Frankenstein my child's head.
Okay, she's not qualified to run the school.
I agree, but she's great at fundraising.
- Mm. - Oakmont is in the midst
of being acquired,
and the incoming owners love her.
Well...
So, what type of style are you looking for?
I just wanna show off
her natural beauty.
Mm, that baby old enough for a lace front.
Her mama could use one too.
Says the woman with a Ziploc on her head.
- Mm. - Yeah.
Look, uh, just do
whatever you need to, okay?
- Okay. - Mommy, can't you just do
my hair like before?
I kept my beads.
Oh, baby, look,
it's not gonna be exactly like it was before, okay?
But I promise you, Mommy's gonna fix this.
- Okay. - Mwah.
That's right, I'm gonna hook you up
with something even better.
I'm just gonna save these for you, all right?
I haven't even been in Vegas long enough
to find my own salon, so thank you for this.
- Mm-hmm. - All right, but you don't have to stay.
I know. I want to.
Okay.
So, who's buying Oakmont, hmm?
- Why don't you give me the tea?
And as you can see, Club End Zone
is a unique and special experience
that'll make you the envy of all owners.
Thank you.
Miss Brittany, you are pretty as a picture.
- Isn't she, Beau? - Oh, she sure is.
But what I'm seeing is all the hard work
she put into her pitch.
My son is right, as usual. Excellent job.
Well, we've heard all we need to hear.
We'll be in touch.
Oh, did you think that "thank you" meant I was done?
No, no, no.
"Thank you" meant thank you for this amazing opportunity,
but it would be nothing without the why.
Why me, why no one else can do this job like me.
All right, tell us about the why.
As you know, I'm a football child,
and I love going to the games.
But I never felt closer to my dad
than when I was in that end zone
cheering him on when he scored a touchdown,
and he would wink at me and hand me the ball.
And it was just us.
All eyes on us in this dynamic storm,
and that's the feeling I wanna give our VIPs,
that thrill, you know, that excitement,
the love for the game, and that is what
we can give them inside of Club End Zone.
Your daddy gave you the football?
He gave me the football.
- You never gave me a football.
I'm giving you a franchise, son.
That's true.
- Miss Brittany? - Yes?
I got a gut feeling about you.
I-- I may be plumb crazy...
but I think you're the right person for the job.
Congratulations.
I look forward to working with you,
and Tasha Mack.
Yes. Yes, thank you.
Thank you.
All right, my man, I think you are good.
My man! Boy, if the football stuff
don't work out, you got you a customer for life, dawg.
I appreciate it, I'ma hold you to that.
And, uh... look, I'm...
I'm here for you whenever.
But I think you should talk to somebody about Caleb.
Look, bro,
I just had a full therapy session
on a Black man's therapy couch.
- Dawg, I'm good, man. - Yeah, and as Black people,
we think it's the same thing, but it's not.
Talking about a professional, you know,
just to-- just to be sure.
Doc said I'm fine, okay?
I just need a little extra help with the stress.
Caleb is my extra. Now, I got you.
Okay, I hear you. But what about your mother?
You will not be right until you make that right, man.
Take it from somebody who wishes every day
that he still had his moms around.
Make it right.
Mm-hmm.
Damn.
My assistant need an assistant.
This shit is for the birds.
Snip and sip, on the house.
I'm taking two, okay?
God owes me today.
What y'all watching?
Nothing.
I'm sick about this, Tash.
It's a damn shame what they did to that baby's braids.
People always wanna regulate Black folks' hair,
like they did with Black women in the Army.
Or those wrestlers in New Jersey.
- Mm-hmm. - Or that softball player.
Or the swimmers in the Olympics
who weren't able to wear swim caps.
It's hair racism, that's what it is.
I don't know. If your hair can't take
the chlorine, don't swim.
We don't need no special treatment.
It ain't special treatment, it's control.
It's "blanipulation--" the manipulation of Black folk,
socially, romantically, all of that.
Everybody's got an opinion.,
everybody taking sides about our hair.
It's team bonnet versus team no bonnet.
It's team extensions versus team natural.
- It's exhausting. - And it's financial, okay?
- Exactly. - Because hair is linked to beauty,
- and beauty is a commodity. - Mm-hmm.
It's all economic control.
All these rules about Black-specific hair
are directly connected to keeping Black women down.
Keep 'em down and they make less money.
I think it's deeper than the bag.
Honey, nothing is deeper than money.
Psychologically.
The unattainability of perceived beauty
threatens our emotional well-being.
Well, my emotional well-being is money.
But did she win?
Uh-oh.
- Excuse me? - I said, did she win?
6-2, 6-1, straight sets.
Well, congratulate the young queen
and keep it moving.
She wasn't on court to look good,
she was there to win.
Your daughter can still hold a racket.
They chopped off her beads, not her arm.
It'll grow back. It's just hair.
There. Why don't you keep it?
It's just hair.
Next up, please welcome the fabulous,
the fashionable, the sometimes controversial
superstar quarterback of the Las Vegas Fightin' Fury,
Mr. Malik Wright.
- Come on out, Malik. - Gayle.
What up, what up, what up!
Welcome back, Malik. It's so good to see you.
- Oh, you too, Gayle. - So good to see you.
- You look beautiful, as always. - Thanks.
You say that to all the girls, but thank you, thank you.
- Only the pretty ones. - I think a better question
is what's up with you?
Oh, just loving life, playing ball,
and I bought you a gift, beauty.
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
Those are gorgeous, but listen,
I think getting an interview with a world-class athlete
is gift enough, but this is so nice of you to do.
Enjoy these, because once they hit the market,
they gonna be hard to get, y'all.
- Oh, wait a second. - I'm telling you.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
- I was gonna surprise you-- - Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho!
I already got these. I paid.
They're pricey, and I groveled, but it was worth it.
But I will say this, I'll make sure
that a very special person gets those shoes that you sent.
And listen, after this,
I'm giving away free pairs of 'Lik Sneaks
to the first 50 fans who meets me downstairs
when this interview's done!
You know, I'm thinking between the shoe release this week...
- Mm-hmm. - ...and the tweet
that was heard around the world...
- ...this has been
a very interesting time, very interesting week for you.
You know, Gayle, I'm really struggling
with how that all went down.
- I was wondering about that. - Yeah.
My fans, my teammates, my mom
even said, "Malik, you gotta make this right."
- Your mom said that? - Yes.
An apology is long overdue.
And so, today, in front of God,
in front of you, I wanna make that happen.
- Mom, I hope you're watching. - Mm.
Gayle, we've spoken about this.
- Can I do it now? - Please do.
- Thank you. - What's going on with Malik?
- Allow me to introduce to you... - He's apologizing.
- Malik style. - ...the man
that will make that apology
a reality.
Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to the stage, Mr. Keith Kincaid.
-Keith, welcome. -Gayle, thanks for having me.
Please, have a seat. So, the two of you are here.
- Yeah, get him, Malik. - Does this mean, can we assume
that you all are friends now?
I know you two have the same agent.
I think we're getting there.
Gayle, same agent, yes.
Friends? Hell to the no.
-Okay.
- That's a little awkward, Keith. - His head's still big on TV.
Do you have something that you'd like to say?
You know, I think-- I think Malik was--
he was right to invite me to the show.
And look, I just-- I wanted to take this opportunity
to say that I-- I'm not a racist.
- And I just genuinely wanna-- - Keith, I don't know anybody
who is a racist that says, "You know, I'm a racist."
- Okay. - That's a very good point.
Okay, well, I guess, let me just keep it simple,
and just say that what I tweeted
was so stupid, and I...
Why did you send that tweet?
I mean, it was rap lyrics,
it was years-- I was young, and it was just-- it was stupid.
And I didn't think about who it would hurt,
and, I mean, I'm so sorry for that.
And I'm also sorry for being a coward
and hiding behind my agent.
And I would like to apologize to her,
- if that's okay. -Floor is yours.
Ms. Mack, thank you for protecting me,
but I am so sorry for putting you through all this.
And you know, I just-- I hope and pray
that you and all the folks that are watching right now,
that-- that y'all would be able to find it
in your hearts to forgive me.
So, you're not gonna ask me about my pitch?
Judging by this big smile,
I kinda think I know how it went.
'Cause it was all kinds of amazing!
Okay, so it was the "why me" that sold them.
- Mm. Mm. - So, that's why I'm here.
- To say thank you. - You're welcome.
- Congratulations. - Mm-hmm.
Look at you on a Vegas hot streak.
Well, got a little something-something.
But there is a little hiccup.
The Colonel does think that...
Tasha comes with the deal.
- So... - Oh.
- Mm. - Oh, no, that's not a hiccup.
That is a grown man burp.
But you know what, I'm not gonna worry about that right now.
Right now, I'm just gonna bask
in the glow that is me, because I did that.
- While you're basking... - Mm-hmm.
- I would like to show you something. - No, no, no.
You can't be disturbing the glow, bro, okay?
- Look. - Brittany, come on.
You need to see this.
Okay.
So, what do you think? What do you think?
Wow, baby!
- Mm-hmm. - It's beautiful.
I don't like it.
Mommy, I don't look like Serena anymore.
You look like Kai Mack, okay?
And you my baby girl, all right?
And no hairstyle can ever change who you are.
That's right, Kai. Look at all these ladies,
all with different styles,
and they're all having fun, sweetie.
I don't think it's fun.
Let Mommy show you how fun it is, okay?
- CJ? - Mm-hmm.
- Put me in this damn chair. - Let's do it.
♪
Thank you for driving.
When Malik let us borrow this car,
I thought it'd be cool, but I didn't know
- it was stick shift.
Well, my dad taught me how to drive a stick
- when I was, like, 12, so... - Ah.
If you tell me why we're here,
maybe I'll give you a lesson on our way home.
But where are we?
Like, this is where you grew up, or...?
- Over there. - Mm?
See that lady in red?
- Mm-hmm. - Her name is Lula.
Lula Fields.
That's my mother.
No, you told me your mother was dead.
In so many ways, she is.
She's been fighting and losing a battle
against heroin for years now.
Maybe you should try to get her some help.
I've tried. All throughout high school
and several times since I got out,
I have tried.
She won't accept it.
And I've stopped trying to fix it.
Saying that she's dead just makes it easier.
Truth is, I wouldn't even know she was alive
if Allison hadn't written me in prison.
Hey, you okay?
This win with the Colonel, the love of your family...
...don't take it for granted, Brittany.
I was on the high street once, and look at me now.
So, this is your baggage.
This...
Allison...
all of it.
Well, she's beautiful.
- And you have her smile.
And I'd still love to meet her one day.
I'd really like that.
- Carrie! Hey, girl. - Whoa-oh!
- Thank you. - You switched it up, okay!
- Ha-ha! - You look fierce.
Oh, thank you, baby. You hear that, honey?
I look fierce.
- I still miss my hair.
You are not your hair, baby. You are beautiful, okay?
- Come on over here. - All right.
- Back where we were, - Aha, yes!
- Okay. - Like that?
Look over here, Tasha. Head up.
Head up, that's it.
Up, that's it. Perfect.
- Mm. - Give me some.
- Now, look over here. - Yeah?
- Beautiful. - It's my cape.
Make sure you get all of that.
Beautiful.
Kai, bring your trophy and that racket
and get over here with your mama.
Come on, honey.
Okay, don't just stand there, honey,
I need you to make us look fabulous.
Beautiful. Mother and daughter.
- Let's do over here. - Say "we win it."
We win it.
There you go.
Oh, let me see a proof, baby.
- Oh, this is good. - Is it?
It's real good. Look at this.
- We look fierce. - Yes!
Oh, we look good, girl.
- Okay, mm-hmm. - Okay?
We look beautiful, girl,
and we gonna be in Mogul Magazine,
and we gonna beat Oprah.
Mm-hmm, and Serena.
The boutonniere was the size of your head.
Well, my mom, she, you know, she bought it
from the dollar store and tie 'em together with yarn.
- Mm-hmm. - She was very proud,
- so I had to wear it. - No, you wanted to wear it.
- I wanted to wear it, yeah. - See?
- You know, it was prom. - No, I get it.
Um...
Raquel is staying at Garrett's tonight.
I don't know if you wanna watch a movie,
drink some wine.
I would love to, but, curfew.
- Right, yeah, it's-- - Yeah.
- It's getting late. - It's getting really late.
Hey, man, you have 10 seconds to get your lips
off my daughter and leave the premises.
Daddy? What are you doing here?
I thought I could come here a couple days early
and surprise you-- five.
- Brittany, I will call you tomorrow. - Four.
Mr. Pitt, it was a pleasure to meet you.
Wish I could say the same. One.
So, we got a lot of catching up to do.
Yeah.
Nice haircut, Foxy Brown.
Thanks.
I got it with the one child who still respects me.
Oh! Oh, no, no, no.
See, I still respect you.
I respect you so much, Mom, I learned your moves.
How does it feel to be Tasha Macked?
Oh-ho-ho? What's that sound?
Oh yes, that's the sound
of nobody talking about me anymore.
Game recognize game.
But look, I just came by to give you one shot
at a real apology.
Okay.
I tell you what.
I will apologize for dropping the tweet
when you apologize for selling me out to the Colonel.
Wow.
Thirty mil for one year? That's your apology.
Oh, okay. Well, hey.
Not dropping that tweet before you signed Whitey McWhite Boy,
that's yours.
Okay.
If you need me as your agent, call.
But for any other reason, until you apologize,
lose my fucking number.
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