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You gonna smoke with me?

- Stop f***ing with me, bro.

And how much power you

got coming down here, man?

- Just a little bit.

I increased it a little bit.

Let's go smoke, you're asking

too many questions now.

- Yeah, we should go smoke.

- [Kush] You're gonna love this

new sh*t,

I'm telling you, man.

You're the first person I'm

giving it to.

Wait 'til you try it, man,

you're gonna love it, love it,

love it.

- Kush, you can keep the weed,

man,

but we gotta come up with a

better number moving forward,

to keep this sh*t going right,

because I'm not f***ing

with trading no more.

I mean, it's not worth it to

trade.

- You don't gotta deal

with this stuff, man.

I gotta deal with this f***ing

sh*t.

- Bro, I gotta raise your rent,

and I want a small percentage of

the crop.

C'mon, man, I got a

million things to do, bro.

- I ain't big time like that,

man.

You can't do that, you can't

go back, I cleaned all this.

A deal's a f***ing deal, man,

and now you're changing the

f***ing...

- Bro, it's not worth it, man.

Everything's in my

name, I could, you know,

lose the f***ing building,

bro, it's a liability, man.

- Why are you doing this?

- Kush, you got the whole

basement,

and a nice unit upstairs for

600, that ain't sh*t, bro.

- [Kush] You know what?

- [Elvis] Hey man.

- [Kush] Give me my f***ing

sh*t, man.

One, two, three, four, five,

six.

Yeah, okay, no more of this.

That's fine.

- You got my rent or what, man?

- That ain't even cool, yeah,

I got your f***ing rent.

I showed you my f***ing porn,

I taught you what 80s music was.

- [Elvis] Just give me the

f***ing rent, man, come on.

- I hope this f***ing building

burns down with me in it.

What are you thinking about

going forward?

- [Elvis] I got to think about

it, man, I'll let you know.

And take this f***ing picture

down, man.

I'm not gonna tell you any more.

- Yeah, well, you're not good at

your job,

it's f***ing time for a

reelection.

I'm voting for the f***ing

underdog, man.

Got no f***ing friends

any more, but it's okay.

I got you, girl.

(moaning)

- F***...

F***. Oh, I'm gonna come.

(grunting)

- You want me to make you some

coffee?

- No, I gotta go.

- Oh, come on.

- Because Agroni's here.

- Hey baby, was this good? Was

it good?

- It was good.

You can do me a favor,

tell Leka to stop buying guns,

and start paying his rent.

I'll see you, sweetie.

- There you go, Elvis.

Sorry about the delay,

and, um, is it okay if I get a

receipt?

- [Elvis] Sure, Chad.

It's no problem, man. The

place looks great, bro.

Swear to God I've never seen it

this nice.

It is the best I've ever seen

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