You know, I come from a famous family,
bein' a Wayans.
-Whoo! -Yeah, thank you.
Some of y'all don't know, y'all like, "What?"
It's been hard, though, because...
A lot of y'all know
half of my family is rich and half of them are poor.
-Yeah. -And, uh...
Hear that? "Yeah!"
And I grew up on the poor side, unfortunately.
Don't get me wrong, I've been in all they films.
You just gotta have a hell of a slow-motion button.
Or have me sittin' next to you,
like, "You see that building over there?
Okay. If you just look to the far right in the corner,
when he go by, that's my shoulder shadow right there."
And I was like the Cinderella of the summer.
I would come to Cali every summer, visit my rich side.
We'd go to premieres, after-parties.
I got to meet a lot of celebrities.
Then, when that clock striked at the end of the summer...
I could see it. I saw the mansion leave...
the gated community.
I think my car turned into a fuckin' pumpkin
on the way to the airport.
Then I had to go back home to the projects.
I'm lookin' at my mom like,
'Woman, would it kill you to tell a fuckin' joke?"
Yeah, in this industry,
I needed to make a name for myself
because I kept getting tired of people goin',
"Hey, man, you would be perfect for this role.
If you could just get Damon... Oh, man!
You'd be-- you'd be fuckin' amazin'."
And it's really hard to separate us,
because people know we're related.
I mean, the Wayans couldn't even do a crime
because we all fuckin' look alike.
We got a designated Wayans just to take the rap for us
in case some shit go down.
Shit, Derek Wayans spending time in jail
for some shit I did a long time ago.
Thank you, Derek.
But I was touring with them, and I decided to rebuild,
uh... 'cause I got into a argument with my uncle,
and, uh, right before I was goin' on stage,
this nigga farted on me.
I'm like, "You a grown-ass man."
He was like, "You wanna be one of the fellas."
I was like, "Not that fuckin' bad."
He pissed me off so bad that I was like,
"I'd rather go struggle and make a damn name for myself.
I don't need you. You don't respect me.
I can go do Postmates, if I could just make--
If I could just make $500 a day, that's, what, $4 a ride?
If I just-- 48 hours? I-- I can do this all by myself."
So that's what I'm doin' now. Postmates. Uh...
We got some Postmates in here?
Or did I deliver to some of y'all?
Postmates is not that bad, I actually make decent money.
Uh, it's kind of weird, runnin' into people I know.
I ran into this dude that just sold a TV show.
He was like, "Hey, Chaunté Wayans!"
You try to over-explain yourself.
I was like,
"Yeah, man, you know, I'm out here hustlin'.
Ju--
Like, you know, ju--
Just finished tourin' and shit, you know what I mean?
Just had some meetings, about to sell some shit,
you know?
Just doin' this to pay off a little bit of debt,
you know, and have extra money."
He was like, "Oh, cool.
My food is getting cold. I gotta go."
You better fucking tip me, man.
Postmates is fun. It's fun.
There's a lot of judgment in Postmates.
Like, I realized white people love chicken and waffles.
They all love it, you know?
It's crazy too, 'cause I've been drivin' up in the hills and stuff
and I'm like, "Look at my people
all the way up in the top.
You know what I'm sayin'? And not forgettin'--"
I'm like, "Look at them, man,
they don't forget where they came from.
This what I'm talkin' about!"
Then I get there, it's just a regular-ass white lady
that opens the door,
she's like....
People are bougie in Postmates,
especially people in the hood.
Real talk, I showed up one time, she said,
"Could you bring my food to the door?"
I was like, "No, bitch. I'm scared.
You live here, so they obviously know you.
How about you come downstairs
and I'll tip you to come get your own fuckin' food?"