I've always been a people person.
Even when I was dealing, I wanted people to like me.
Not just because they'd sell they left nut for crack,
but because I was likeable.
Tray, what you give me for this here baby, huh?
I don't want no stuffed doll, man.
Give me my money, man, you owe me.
- You owe me $20. - I don't owe you nothing. Smell it.
No, I ain't smelling no [BLEEP] fake baby, man.
- Give me my money. - Then I'll give you a real baby.
No. You already owe me $20.
- Beat it. - I owe you $19.
- Get out of here, man. - Fine, I'm going.
- Thank you, Soapy. - I'm not coming back.
Get that shit out of here, man.
Yo, boy, girl, boy, girl, boy...
You already know what this is, man.
No, man, come on, man.
Come on, nothing, man. Run your shit, brah.
You know my pedigree, kay.
Just so you know, man, was no money for the Angel, man,
so the Boat ain't nothing but weed dipped in pee.
You're a funny guy, man.
What's your name?
- Tray. - Tray.
Well, don't take this personal, Tray,
but, uh, we get it how we live it.
Some nice shoes.
- Nah, man. - Run them shits.
Come on, man, I got foot fungus, man.
My toes already look like they was attacked by mice.
Can't make me walk home in my socks, man.
Ain't nothing but crackhead pee on these blocks, man,
on the streets, man.
One of them dudes just shitted over there, man.
I step in that, I'm doomed. You know what I'm sayin'?
My toenails is already dead.
Don't make them have to have a closed-casket funeral.
Right, okay. Look, man.
You funny and all that, so, uh, keep the shoes.
I'm liking that jacket, though.
Nah, man, it's cold out here, man.
It's just too cold out here
for you to be without an extra jacket.
I know that. Pardon me, sir.
- This look good on you. - Think so?
Yes, yes, Lord.
Nice doing business with you.
Fellas.
I found out that dude's name was Green Eyes.
They called him Green Eyes
because he wanted what other people had
and wasn't afraid to catch a body to get it.
That night, he let me off easy.
My personality's taken me far in life.
It's taken me from slinging crack to slinging snacks.
This time, I'm only hurting them in their wallets
and their cholesterol numbers.
And the best part about it,
I'm finally doing something that's gonna make my mom's proud.
And at least I don't have to worry
about the authorities anymore.
Damn it!
♪ The Last O.G. 2x07 ♪ Criminal Minded
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Josh, thanks for helping out today, man.
You're welcome, my friend.
I'm gonna breeze out and go see my PO at 5:00.
What? What are you talking about?
No, no, no, no, no. I can't handle this on my own.
- You're not going anywhere. - You got this.
You know, if you find yourself stuck, just ask yourself,
"What would Tray do?"
- Uh, I'm gonna get two... - Hey, back the [BLEEP] up!
Can't you see I'm ironing a sandwich?!
Told you you got it.
Come on back, brother. I got you.
- I'll take your order. - I'm sorry.
Last Meal on Wheels, you got to check it out.
It's delicious. Last Meal on Wheels.
You're gonna love it. Nothing like a good prison meal.
- Hey. Happy opening day. - Hey, girl.
- Thank you. - Congratulations, girl.
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you. Hey, you hungry?
Don't Drop of the Soup of the day is chicken noodle.
Oh, I'll be all right.
I can't believe I'm dating a small business owner.
Yeah, you know, like, I own it, but I don't own it, own it.
- What you mean? - You know what I'm talking about?
Like, you know, I designed it, I fixed it up,
but I'm more like a behind-the-scenes type dude,
- you know what I mean? - Uh-huh.
Matter of fact, let me go and introduce you to my employee.
I mean, my... you know what I'm saying.
Aah! What up, Boogie?
Oh, my God, girl, where you been?
Hey, Lisa.
Oh, y'all know each other?
- Oh, yeah, we know each other. - Unh-unh.
I need you to take that stank out your voice.
Boogie, check your girl.
Check me, bitch? Check your memory.
- Bitch? Okay. - I'm supposed to act cool with you
after you broke into my house.
- Okay, hold on one second... - No, no, no, no, Lisa,
don't do this right now.
- Nah, - I got your "bitch." Come on, let's go.
No, no, no, no, chill, chill, chill.
- Let's go. - You got too much money.
You got too much to lose and too many witnesses, okay?
We can handle this situation later.
Oh, I'm a situation now.
- Yes, bitch, you a situation. - Unh-unh, calm down!
No! Yo, chill!
- You need to calm down, Boogie. - I'm gonna [BLEEP] you up!
Whoa! Y'all better take this ghetto shit
away from my prison truck!
Can you believe it?
Can you believe... Girl!
Can you believe that shit?
Gonna look me straight in the eyes like we buddies,
like I'm the one with the problem.
And who was that fool she was with, talking about
"Who she using the B-word with"?
Girl, that was my ex's cousin Bobby.
Now, he's a player, if that makes you feel any better,
so you don't have nothing to worry about,
'cause as soon as he see a braless jogger,
- he's kicking her straight to the curb. - Mm-hmm.
You gonna apologize to that baby back there?
Yeah, can you come with me 'cause I'm...
Excuse me, ma'am! I'm sorry!
Okay, so, all that back there was over a dude.
His name was Greg.
And so, okay, so, it had turned out
that he was married to her, but...
You know what? See, there it is right there.
Like, I already knew that it was more to the story.
Okay, but he never told me, okay?
We was together for months before Faith found out.
And when I tried to tell her my side of the story,
she was just so angry there was no talking to her.
And now, you know what?
I should just go.
I don't deserve you.
I know you probably think I'm a ho, that I ain't shit.
So you know what? I'm just gonna go.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Don't.
I don't think you're a ho.
You don't?
No.
I mean, if he didn't tell you
he was married, how you supposed to know?
How was I supposed to know?
And I think you're a good woman.
And you was dealing with a dude who doesn't deserve you.
Bobby...
you the best man I ever been with.
I could agree with that.
How was your first day?
Hey.
Uh, pretty good actually.
Yeah, word of mouth goes a long way.
That's great.
Most start-up businesses don't make it.
Congratulations on a successful first day.
Oh, yeah.
That's nice of you to say. Thank you.
Unfortunately, uh, kind of closing down around here.
- Sorry. - Oh, I'm not here for food.
I'm here to collect taxes for being in this neighborhood.
Oh, okay.
Man, I heard the IRS was getting pretty aggressive,
but that's a scosh overboard, don't you think?
I can tell you slow, so I'm gonna make this real simple.
You work this neighborhood, you work for me.
And every month, you pay taxes for the privilege
of working my streets.
Got it?
Nigga, I said got it?!
Yeah.
I don't even know what... W-W-What do we pay?
However much I ask for when the time comes.
Ask the other trucks about BAMF.
They know the deal.
Joshua.
Thanks for filling in last night.
Uh-huh.
Josh, you all right?
I almost got robbed last night.
- What?! - Yeah.
You okay?
No, I'm... I mean, I'm a little shaken up.
I'm not hurt.
This guy, he, like... cleaning the grill,
he comes up to me with a gun,
tells me we got to start paying taxes.
What the... I don't... I told the police.
They didn't give a shit.
Oh, some things in Brooklyn haven't changed.
Guys in this neighborhood been making business owners
pay taxes since my pops was a shorty.
Why didn't you just say my name, man?
They would've put some 'spect on it.
I don't know. I don't know the rules of the street.
Hey, I'm a TV writer.
The most gangster thing that I've ever done
is fill out that police report.
- Really? - Yeah.
Wait a minute. You did smack, heroin.
- Thank you. - Then rode the white horse.
You wrestled with Indonesia, where Godzilla was born.
And you're married to Shannon.
It don't get no more gangster than that.
Isn't Godzilla from Japan?
No, he destroyed Japan.
He was born in Indonesia.
Hey, hey.
- Good morning. - Good morning to you.
Hey, you're the fella with the jailhouse truck.
Last Meal on Wheels, yeah, that's me...
- Tray Barker. - My name's Curlan.
This is my wife, Irene.
I've tried some of your food.
It's darn good.
- Oh, wow. - What brings you by?
Checking out the, uh, competition?
I'm just really trying to figure out
the tax situation around here.
We don't know shit.
I just need to know the name of who I need to talk to.
You got dicks in your ears or you just hard of hearing?
I told you, we don't know shit.
Look, I'm not trying to stir anything up.
I'm just trying to figure out how to do business.
Fine. I'll throw in a couple hundred of plates and cups.
Just tell me a name, please.
Deal.
Guy you have to talk to is BAMF.
B-A-M-F.
It's an acronym.
It stands for Bad Ass Mother[BLEEP]
I suggest you don't be late with the payments.
- Where can I find him? - Just go to Prospect Park.
He'll find you.
Thank you.
We don't know you.
98, 99, 100.
Very impressive. Can you get to...
- I'm a warrior, Josh! - Can you help out?
- Look at the line. - Warrior!
Okay, can we please get to work?
- I need some help. - Bobby.
Oh, what's up, Shay? I'm on fire today.
If you coming to work,
I'm gonna need you to do some push-ups.
No, I came here to warn you about crazy-ass Lisa.
Don't believe anything that comes out of her mouth.
All she do is lies, okay?
- Lisa ain't shit. - What are you talking about?
Look, Lisa's the best thing that ever happened to me.
Like, we doing grown folk stuff.
Jazz concerts, farmers markets.
We even did wine tasting.
And breaking news... not every wine is sweet.
- That's crazy. - Bobby.
No, don't "Bobby" me.
Look, I understand that your girl and Lisa got beef,
but that ain't got nothing to do with me.
Your issues with my girl is exactly that... your issues.
Look, she believes in me. She believes in my dreams.
She believes in you cloning Rihanna and having a threesome?
Well, not that one exactly, but... but I'll tell you this.
She's the first person to tell me that I'm right.
- Y'all never do that. - You're wrong, Bobby.
That's what I'm saying right there.
I'm not getting in y'all drama, Shay.
I'm not. I'm not getting into it.
You know what I'm saying? It's my girl.
Hey, babe.
I did my push-ups before you got here.
- Called a ride? - Nah, man, I'm good.
Nah, you definitely called a ride, Tray.
Yo. How you know my...
How you know my name, man?
I make it my business to know people looking for me.
So you must be BAMF.
When I was a shorty, my side hustle was jumping out of cabs
without paying, not actually being the cab.
You know, the neighborhood changed a long time ago.
Now-a-days, white people call the cops
on young brothers loitering, so...
ride sharing is the way to do business under the radar, a'ight?
So what's up?
Why you asking people about me, huh?
'Cause you rolled up on my business last night, man.
I came here hoping I could have a man-to-man
conversation with you.
I just did a 15-year bid up in Southfield, right?
Just came home a year ago, trying to get back on my feet.
And me and my mans, we just want to know
if we could get a pass on them street taxes.
Is stupid a side dish on your truck?
You just as dumb as that white boy.
Ain't no pass on taxes.
I'm Uncle Sam in this bitch, you heard?
Any more questions?
Nah.
That's what I thought.
Hi. Are you Richard?
Yes.
I can see you guys are going to Harlem.
Traffic's light, so it shouldn't take too long.
Enjoy the complimentary water in the cup holders.
We should be there shortly.
Thanks.
- You guys like showtunes? - Who doesn't?
Superman is faster than the Flash.
Like, in outer space, he's breaking the speed of light.
- That's 2.9... - What does it say
on the back of the action-figure box?
It says the Flash, fastest man alive.
Does that say that shit on Superman box?
- No. No. No. It only... - It goes without saying.
No, no, no, no. No it [BLEEP] don't.
Tray. Tray. You good?
One of these little sags out here
is trying to extort my ass, man.
What happened to the code of the streets?
The only street code in Brooklyn now is to curb your dog.
I seen a hipster get his mustache smacked off for breaking that one.
Nah, man, I'm just talking about basic respect, man.
Sag out here, man.
They don't got no respect
for nobody that been where they been.
'Cause we always remind them we been where they been,
and yet we ain't got shit to show for it.
Ah, man, shit just changed out here too much.
- Who used to run this block? - Why does that matter?
Because either young boy took the block from the OG
or the OG gave the block to the boy.
And if it's the latter, then that's who he respect.
Got a point there, man.
Plus I think you right about the Flash.
- Dah! - No, no, no, no.
Flash, two time, pop, pop!
Tray.
What you doing here, man?
Green Eyes, I need to talk to you, man.
Good for me you still live with your moms.
Actually it's my daughter house now.
Big ups to your moms, man.
She raised your daughter right.
Man, come in.
What's good?
Hustlin', strivin'.
- You? - Just here, man.
I'm trying to be like you when I grow up.
It's your world, baby.
- I'm just trying to live in it. - Nah.
I'm living in a world where one of these young sags
out here, man, trying to charge me a food-truck tax.
Pulled a toaster on me, man.
Some kid named BAMF.
- You know him? - Yeah.
Listen, Green Eyes, man, you one of the few people
in the world that could help me out with this, a'ight?
If you see the kid on the streets,
put a bug in his ear or something, man.
I give you whatever you need after that...
free food, anything.
I have a gun.
For me, everything already free.
Figure something out, man. You know, OG to OG,
If you see the kid, Green, say something to the kid.
All right, let me stop you right there.
We cool, Tray.
But this ain't really my business.
Bet.
I'll figure it out.
Like I did everything else in my life, man.
My bid, man... my first two years was hard.
I would go to the showers with my boxers on and my socks, man,
'cause I didn't want to get raped or feet fungus.
But didn't it backfire on me, man?
I ended up getting feet fungus in my junk and raped on my feet.
Man, you still a funny dude, brah.
I ain't believing I'm-a say this, but what the hell?
Let's see if we can talk to old BAMF right quick, huh?
All right.
Yo, Green, as kids growing up,
we ain't always see eye to eye, man.
You're still one of the realest to me.
Unh-unh. I said "we."
You ain't using me as your own personal thug telegram service.
They only point their joints at me.
The hell you think this is?
Whoa, whoa, can I ask you a question?
You only stole one of those vests?
What I'm gonna wear?
Well, if you'd allow me to elucidate,
the subcontext is the dualistic nature
of violent inner-city life.
Mm, okay. Let me ask you a question.
Where in the Bible, uh, does it say
that Jesus was bow-legged?
Because he bow-legged as hell.
Boom! Ha! Broke down.
Inaccurate.
Eh! Eh!
You don't know nothing.
Boy, you and that brain.
Hey.
Hey, he the best in bed.
I mean, out of all the guys, he the best ever.
- I mean, you the best. - What the hell?
- What are you... - What?
- Oh, my... Hey, Greg. - No, no, no, no.
- You are not allowed within 40 feet of me. - What?
How was I supposed to know you was even gonna be here?
'Cause I own this gallery.
Well, that's what you said, but you know you be lying.
Like that time you said you owned that couch
and that car and the keys to my heart.
Is this performance art?
I'm gonna need you to shut your mouth.
See, I'm trying to be cordial, but I need you to go.
You know what? Bump this.
You lucky I don't have my boyfriend whoop your ass.
I know you ain't talking... You ain't talking about me.
I know you ain't talking about... 'cause that...
that is... you damn sure that ain't true,
you know what I'm saying? You know what? Shay told me about you.
- I don't have time for this. - Don't stick your fingers in my face.
- I don't have time for this. - Don't stick your fingers in my face!
You're lucky I'm on probation.
So, what you doing after this?
- This where he hang? - Yeah.
You never been here.
We ain't about no games.
Yeah, man, I'm getting in that ass.
Rocket launcher, bitch!
What's good?
Ain't shit.
Just wanted to talk to you about my man.
This your man?
Yeah, the one you pulled a gun out on.
But I'm a peaceful man.
Die, bitch!
Nigga, you got me killed!
Look, BAMF, you and Tray both my boys.
We need to talk this tax thing out.
Just treat him like fam.
You know, treat him like you treat me.
See, I know you.
I don't know him.
My dude, I appeal to you, man.
What you trying to do, I done did already.
And one rule I learned...
there's always somebody out there younger or hungrier
plotting to take your crown.
Do what you gonna do.
You gonna end up dead or in jail or some old broke-head
with knowledge and nothing else, like me.
That's why I came here to talk to you, man.
I did 15 years in prison so you don't have to do it.
I did it for you.
I...
Man, [BLEEP] this, man. Let's bounce.
He don't want to hear nothing.
You said some powerful things in there.
Man.
I'm about to be one of them broke old-heads.
The stick-up game ain't the same.
Nobody carry cash.
PayPal, Venmo... what am I supposed to do with that?
Shit if I know, man.
My phone been locked for two months.
I'm just saying...
he wasn't listening, but I was.
Look here.
I'm-a come work on your truck.
For free?
'Cause after I pay this BAMF dude,
I might not have enough money to pay myself.
You heard him. He know me.
He ain't gonna collect tax if I'm on that truck.
Look, pay me half of what you would've paid him.
A'ight. But listen, if I hire you, it got to be a fresh start.
I cannot put Green Eyes on the paycheck.
The government ain't having that.
But if Dwayne want a job, I got you.
I ain't got to pass a drug test, do I?
Nah.
You know you could've just text.
Nah, some things you do in person.
Okay, okay, so you want to have a grown-up conversation?
All right, all right, well, let me...
let me... let me go first.
Lisa, you got me [BLEEP] up, all right?
Lose my number.
I'm late.
Oh, no, no. You right on time. You right on time.
We didn't schedule this conversation, okay?
You the one decided to show up.
No, Bobby, like...
late late.
What, you, like, miss a train or something?
Bobby, I'm pregnant.
Come in, man.
Don't touch nothing, okay?