Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Usual, gonna have the usual.
the street team posters I gave you today.
And then we-we ate at that white lady house.
-Man, I ain't in this! -Alfred, this is my son.
I did pay the bill!
Come on, man. Listen, my girl stay
Can you show me a trick?
'Cause your crazy-ass daddy was supposed
This for the boy haircut!
You need to watch this, trust me.
I loaned ya'll this lumber as collateral.
-Lamar, you good? -Nigga, man... -I'm fine.
Yeah, she said she ain't even trust me around rubber and wood.
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Look, Pops...
You must be starving though, right?
Two?
-I'm-a fuck you up, boy. -It's all good. I got this.
That's why I even came over here to tell you.
Yeah, I got the cut, the usual. Uh-huh.
It's been 'cause of you I'm doing this.
The hell you want, Bibby?
-got away with about 100 phones. -Yeah, man. It's crazy out here.
Seriously, this is his fault.
And what the hell it matter anyway, nigga?
-Yeah, man. I mean... -Oh, you Hollywood now, huh?
what a, what a nigga cat look like!
-Come again, say what? -We put up a couple!
No! I mean, I did eat the chicken wings. And the sauce.
Hey, my man, Paper Boi!
ANNOUNCER: Trust.
"Klear Cable." With a "K."
-It's fucked up. I know. -It is.