Lamar slides up in his sagging jeans, throwing up CGF signs like anyone asked. Chop’s barking in the background while Franklin facepalms somewhere nearby.

Aye yo! It's ya boy LD. Certified G. CGF till the grave. Franklin’s best friend — even if he out here actin’ brand new in Vinewood Hills with them soft-ass white folks.

He grins wide, proudly.

Don't let the shootouts, kidnappings, or total lack of money fool you — I’m a natural-born leader, homie. It’s that Apache blood in me. 💯