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Come on out, Sonny.

Give 'em a hand over there.

These guys can help you, Sonny.

Give you the life you always wanted.

But, um, remember,

if they ask, you're 20 years old.

Younger boxer's better to rep than an older one.

I remember.

Thank you, Father.

Father Stevens tells me you're a pretty good boxer.

Beat every mad barking motherfucker in the pen.

Put five in the infirmary.

Is that right?

I'm good at beating people.

Good at beating people.

Sit down, boy.

So... you like boxing?

Who's your idol?

Joe Louis. Want to be just like him.

Why?

Good boxer, great man.

Everybody love him.

Vitale and I can make you the next Joe Louis.

Even greater.

Whatever it takes to make that happen, we can provide.

Best of trainers, state-of-the-art gym,

big, big house, lots of money.

It's like you'd be part of the family.

You for real, Frank?

What am I gonna do?

Lie in front of a priest?

In exchange, we're gonna need you to do some work for us.

Helping out my associate here.

Collections, mostly. Off the books.

If you want to be Joe Louis,

this is what it takes.

♪ La, la-la, la-la-la ♪

♪ La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la...

You have certainly been hearing his name.

He burst onto the circuit after taking down Don Smith

and has won four straight since.

Today, he takes on the formidable Johnny Summerlin

for his grand televised debut.

♪ And I ain't got no place to live no more...

Sonny Liston unleashes his fists the size of cannonballs.

♪ 'Cause you took everything...

Sonny Liston, again and again and again.

♪ Welcome to my life ♪

♪ La, la-la-la, la-la-la...

Calvin Butler is knocked down. He can't get up.

Liston continues to climb with impressive strength at each showing.

Moore trying to stay clear of what Sonny

is hunting for the one that can end him.

♪ La, la-la-la, la, la-la-la...

A mean right hook. That's it.

Sonny Liston with yet another win by knockout.

A contender for the belt the likes we've never seen before.

Who can stop him?

♪ Daddy's just sleeping ♪

♪ and Mama ain't around ♪

♪ We're gonna a-twist, a-twist, a-twisting ♪

♪ till we tear the house down ♪

♪ Come on and twist...

Oh, man.

♪ Baby, twist...

Hey, I got something for you.

-Ah, thank you, sir. -Thank you for the lift.

Hey, Archie. He's here.

We run four miles up that hill.

Our ancestors toiled in the fields with barely a drop to drink,

so no water until you reach the top.

When we heave hay bales,

we watch the straws that break free.

They remind us of what our ancestors knew:

no one effort frees us all.

We chop wood to sharpen our spirits,

as our ancestors' spirits were forged.

Here, like them, we become unbreakable.

That's Archie's way.

Well, I'm gonna do some breaking in the ring.

My feet are fast, but my hands are faster.

You quit two other trainers.

Why'd you come to train at my camp?

'Cause no one has more knockouts in history than Archie Moore.

Has held on to their belt longer. I mean,

only a living legend can make me one.

Make me the youngest heavyweight champion ever.

Martin and Bodak were holding me back.

You can't contain a champion.

Do you know why Jesus washed the apostles' feet?

Because the path to greatness

is paved with humility.

You understand, boy?

Yeah, I understand just fine.

I'd appreciate if you didn't call me boy.

Welcome to the Salt Mine.

♪ Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah ♪

♪ I can't lose, I can't die ♪

♪ When I win, then I fly ♪

♪ For how long, I don't know ♪

♪ But I strive for that glow ♪

♪ That fleeting flash in time ♪

♪ when the whole world will know ♪

♪ My name is ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ My name is ♪

♪ Oh, my name is ♪

♪ My name is, my name is ♪

Oh.

I'm so sorry.

-Um, it's okay. -I'm sorry.

It's nice to see you again, Mr. Liston.

What?

You called me mister. Ain't nobody ever called me mister

or been happy to see me twice, so...

Well, I am.

So, Mr. Mitchell told me you need help with this form

to get your license for your next fight.

Yes, ma'am.

You must be a sight in the ring.

So, where were you born?

Sand Slough, Arkansas.

-Sharecropping family? -Yes, ma'am.

Mine, too.

Backbreaking business.

So glad I'm not on that farm anymore.

When were you born?

Uh...

May eighth.

1930...

I don't know.

Ain't never told nobody that before.

You don't look a year over 21 to me.

Okay. Just a few more questions.

What kind of food do you like?

It say that?

Mm-hmm.

It also asks if you're dating anyone seriously right now?

Would you mind going to dinner with me?

How can I say no?

I am talking to the next heavyweight champion of the world.

That's it. Up and over.

Good throw. Where's the swivel? Swivel.

Whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

That is when you start putting in the real work, Cassius.

♪ I ask God...

Get that over, boy.

♪ God...

Come on, now. Up and over.

♪ Why all the choices that I make tear us apart...

All right, boys. Line up.

Cassius, up front.

Here we go.

Goodbye.

Hey, I don't want to see any holes.

♪ Already living my truth ♪

♪ Can't sabotage my love for nothing ♪

♪ 'Member I had to choose, "Lord, help me," 'cause...

You're gonna have to chop harder than that, son.

And handle that ax a lot better.

Now, get to chopping.

Well, what kind of drills he got you on, Gee?

Rudy, I don't get it. This man ain't teaching me how to box.

He's teaching me how to pick cotton.

Well, it-it's only been a few days.

Maybe he's testing you.

Sharpen your spirits, there you go.

How's he gonna test me on the stick and move

when we're only doing shuck and jive?

♪ I ask God ♪

♪ God, why this life ♪

♪ you gave so hard? ♪

♪ Why all the choices that I make...

Why you stop, champ?

♪ I feel like everyone I meet confuse my heart ♪

I love the attention,

but shouldn't you be looking at the menu?

I'm here every night. I always get the steak.

Hmm.

My daddy said a man that eat a steak is a success.

You two were close?

-You could say that. -Mm.

Worked in the fields together every day.

Ooh, Sonny, I could kiss you, you beast.

-Go on. -Hey, I made a killing on your TKO

in the first round, man. Thank you.

-This is Geraldine. This is my man Stevie. -Hey.

So, what will we be having tonight? Oh.

Sonny, sorry, we don't have the steak tonight.

Uh... May I have the lamb chops, please?

Yes, you can.

And you, Sonny?

They say lamb is the second steak.

Would you like that?

Yeah. Mm.

That lamb good.

I'm sorry, I forgot my glasses.

It's okay.

When I was a child, I used to read to my siblings every night.

My parents couldn't afford to get us all an education.

The dreams were all pinned on me.

You so smart, why you working for Vitale?

Not a lot of people are hiring a Negro typist.

Been carrying around this article with me all day.

Heard they say some nice things about me.

I ain't never heard nothing good about me until I met you.

Would you mind?

Seeing as that I...

forgot my glasses.

I'd love to.

"There is one mammoth of muscle who is not a champion,

not yet anyways.

Sonny Liston.

He may be the best heavyweight...

prize fighter alive, Champion Floyd Patterson...

"not excepted."

But I think Sonny Liston should be banned

from fighting for the prize.

Not only because of his past record,

but also for his rumored associates.

It's only a matter of time

until Patterson gives him a shot at the heavyweight belt.

In both appearance and behavior,

Sonny Liston is yet to evolve into what we would call human.

A true stoic, he emanates a deep respect

for the ring and each of his opponents.

He would be no great advertisement for the sport.

Sonny, like Joe Louis,

would be a great advertisement for the sport.

-Sonny is a disgrace. -Sonny is the future. Mm.

Got two lambs for you.

You're gonna lead us.

So, Floyd, we set an interview

with Sports Illustrated, who would love the piece

to be about the Negro family unit.

Would your wife be okay with that?

Great. Let's move on to your next fights.

Now, we all here... Cus, tell me if I'm misstepping...

think you should give Zora Folley a chance at the belt

or Johansson a third shot.

Uh, what about Liston?

Liston is just a big guy with a mean jab.

-He's not in your league. -How about Joe Erskine?

He'd bring in a bigger gate than Liston.

Honestly, Folley and Johansson would, too.

So... who do you want?

How about none of those fools?

Liston.

That's not happening.

Well, he's the best fighter out there right now.

That will never happen. Not that nig...

It's not a good idea, Floyd.

Liston is everything white folks fear about the Negro.

The NAACP can't condone putting the spotlight on someone like him.

What-what-what in the hell was that?

Block or slip. Never lean back.

This fool just do what he want.

If you have to back up, use your feet, fool, but never, ever lean back.

All right, that-that-that's it, that's it, that's it.

He just don't listen.

Boy, get the hell out of my ring.

I'm tired of wasting my breath on a boy

who thinks he's too good to listen to a champ.

Matter of fact, I got something you can do better than fight.

What's that for?

The tiles in the kitchen and bathrooms need some love.

I didn't come here to clean bathrooms.

Dogs who can't obey don't get treats.

Maurice, get in the ring and give Clinton a real workout, will you?

Go ahead.

Pick up the phone.

Cab could get here in 30.

Give you enough time to pack up your shit.

Steamboat.

Got to keep the round.

Every time. Every time, all right? Sit in it. Snap it out.

Don't lean in. Snap it out. Right arm.

♪ Well, tomo-mo-mo-mo-mo-mo-mo-morrow ♪

♪ La-la-la, la-la-la ♪

♪ La-la-la-la-la ♪

♪ La-la-la ♪

After this win, they can't deny you a shot at the title.

Patterson needs to quit being a coward and face you now.

I'm gonna smash Patterson's pretty face to pieces.

Well, well.

-I hope I'm not interrupting anything. -Um,

you're not. Come on in, Commissioner.

I wanted to compliment you on a great fight, Sonny.

That-that left hook.

Wow. You could've KO'd a truck.

Thank you, Mr. Pierson.

You have a second to talk?

Alone.

Uh, I'll...

Uh, by now, you must be aware of the Senate's Kefauver Commission

to get the mob out of boxing.

Make it clean.

Yes, sir. Everybody done heard.

It's all over the TV.

We need your help.

If you testify, we could put away Vitale and his cronies.

Make boxing a sport of gentlemen.

You'd like that, right?

I ain't got nothing to say.

Vitale ain't my manager.

I know testifying is risky.

But it's what's best for the sport.

For you.

But like I said,

can't say nothing about people that I don't know nothing about.

Now, if you don't mind,

my old lady is waiting for me at a restaurant to celebrate.

It's in your best interest to testify.

We won't ask you again.

Everything good?

I'll handle it.

You quit two other trainers.

Why'd you come to train at my camp?

They act like I'm still tomorrow's champ,

but I'm not.

Today's champion now.

He has done it.

Cassius Clay defeats Floyd Patterson

to become the youngest heavyweight champion of the world.

Anybody who can't see that better get outta the way.

What the hell are you doing?

Doing what I came here to do. Train.

Get your ass back outside.

Hey!

You get in that ring, and the only person you're gonna be fighting is me.

Not sparring.

Fighting.

Choose wisely.

There will be no final bell.

It ends when you quit or meet the mat.

It's not too late, you could still go scrub-a-dub.

All right.

That's it? That's all you got?

Stay down, boy.

I ain't no boy.

You ain't nothing but a boy.

You're still a boy, Gee.

I said stay down.

If you push him, Cash, you can get him hurt.

Your body's not mature enough to be getting

in the ring with grown men.

And why'd you become a boxer, then?

I wanted to be somebody.

I couldn't sing, and books were never my thing.

Well, fighting is my only shot at greatness.

You finished?

Stay your ass down, boy.

And I'll spare you.

Shit.

Come back! I didn't quit.

I didn't quit!

♪ It's gonna take a bit of work ♪

♪ Oh-oh, work ♪

♪ Now that you're here...

Cassius.

Cassius.

Cassius, wait up. Wait up.

Let me go home.

You're not the first person to get knocked down by Archie,

but the way you kept getting up...

I ain't never seen anybody do that before.

That's what champs are made of.

♪ Ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh ♪

♪ It's gonna take a bit of work ♪

♪ Oh-oh, work ♪

The Kefauver investigation had a big win today.

Both Frank Carbo and Frank Palermo were taken into custody this morning,

with John Vitale expected to join them shortly.

These arrests signal an end to a nefarious chapter in the history of boxing.

Sonny?

It's over. It's over.

Vitale about to be arrested.

I'm free. We both free.

What?

Isn't this good news, baby?

This isn't.

What that?

Y-You-you can stop packing.

You're not going to training. You're not fighting.

This is a letter from the boxing committee.

They suspended your license.

For what?

For "unbecoming and immoral conduct."

For working with Vitale.

They ain't got no proof.

If they did, I'd be in jail with them.

This isn't a criminal case.

The boxing commission doesn't need evidence

to convict you in the court of public opinion.

They want to make an example out of you for not testifying.

For not being obedient.

They can't do this to me.

Oh, they can't do this to me.

How we looking, Donna?

Rocko can't pay this week.

Had to help his mother out with rent.

I'm having him come paint that back wall tomorrow.

-Yeah. -But we're doing good. Green.

Maybe we should roll some money into new equipment, spruce the place up.

There's about 50 different things that need fixing or replacing

before we talk about new equipment.

Angelo, you have always been a lucky bastard.

Yeah?

A buddy just called with some news you'll never believe.

What?

You embarrassed me, Junior.

Why am I on the phone with Archie,

telling him that your mom and I raised you to be a grown man,

not some spoiled child?

But I should've knowed it,

because you've been acting uppity ever since you won that gold medal.

Strutting around like you better than everyone.

You ain't.

What's wrong with cleaning a bathroom and doing a little yard work?

I'm not some domestic.

Boy...

Cleaning people's toilets is paying for the food on this table.

Training with Archie was a big opportunity,

and you blew it 'cause of your pride.

Maybe I was right.

You're not ready to be heavyweight champion.

-Uh, maybe we should give... -Rudy.

Now, Junior, when you finish that food,

you're gonna get on that phone with Archie,

and you're gonna say whatever he needs to hear to take you back.

No.

Son, you done been through three trainers.

You understand that?

Archie was your last shot.

This ain't just about your future. It's about ours.

When a teacher told me I was slow and wouldn't amount to anything...

it was you, Ma, who told me to ignore her.

I'd be greater than she'd ever imagine.

Dad, you told me that, when a white man calls me out,

to look him in the eyes.

Show him I'm ten times better than he'll ever be.

Were you telling me the truth or not?

So what's your plan, GeeGee?

I don't know.

Archie wanted me to learn what it's like to be a slave.

I should be learning how to be something better.

'Cause I know I can be something better.

I need someone who looks at me and sees the future, and that ain't Archie.

And it ain't anyone in this house, either.

So, if y'all excuse me, I've lost my appetite.

Rudy.

You better go knock some sense into your brother before I do.

I'm proud of you, Gee.

Why?

I don't have a plan and the clock is ticking.

That's okay.

Prophet says, when you don't have the answers, ask Allah, right?

Right.

So...

let's ask.

Whoa.

Damn idiot!

You got to get back to work. We can't afford to lose a day.

Get up!

You the mule now.

Get your ass moving, boy.

You the mule now.

You the mule now. You the mule now.

Sonny.

I'm not gonna let you drink yourself to death.

What else am I supposed to do?

-Hmm. -Hmm.

Baby...

I want you to fight.

Every state done denied my appeal.

Not Pennsylvania.

We can ask them to reinstate your license,

and the others will follow.

The lawyers already done talked to the Pennsylvania commission.

They say no.

They're like everybody else.

See me as a monster.

Forget the lawyers.

You need to talk to 'em.

We can ask for a hearing...

and then you can go in there and show them the man I see.

The man I fell in love with.

I don't think that man ever existed.

Oh...

Baby...

this is exactly what they want.

For you to see yourself like they do.

But you ain't no monster.

You're a fighter.

A fighter.

You can't tell me that man never existed.

I'm gonna need help with the words.

We'll write the words together.

Flight attendants, please take your seats.

Due to inclement weather, we will be suspending all services.

Please keep your seat belts fastened

and prepare for a bumpy landing into Louisville.

I'll tell you a story, uh...

Few years back, a kid walked into my gym.

Said he wanted to fight.

And this happens in gyms. Ah.

So I, uh, threw him on the speed bag.

And his rhythm was perfect,

but that's not what got me.

What got me was the way he looked at the bag.

His eyes were-were granite.

It was like he could see his whole future in it.

So I took him in, I trained him up.

And three years later, he took the belt from Sugar Ray Robinson.

You're talking about Carmen Basilio?

Carmen was a hell of a fighter. He had instincts from up on high.

Really.

But he's got nothing on Cassius.

The things you do in the ring...

the way your fists roll and your feet float,

the way you bend gravity, it's magic.

And I've never seen anything like that before.

That's why I'm here.

You think you can make me a contender?

You give me two years,

you'll be more than a contender.

In front of your parents, that's a promise.

Enthusiasm is important, Mr. Dundee, but

Basilio was a welterweight.

So was Willie Pastrano, Sugar Ramos,

Luis Rodríguez. I mean, you haven't had one

single heavyweight on your roster.

Mr. Faversham, anyone in a gym will tell you it's not about weight.

It's about a one-of-a-kind training program

for a once-in-a-generation fighter.

You don't want to squander this.

Cassius isn't gonna thrive in a conveyor-belt camp.

He needs a focused program.

He needs one-on-one instruction.

No other trainer in the country will give him that.

So what do you intend to teach him?

Teach him?

Nothing.

-Nothing? -Nothing?

We all believe Cassius is a talented young fighter,

-but what he needs is someone to... -Mr. Faversham, Cassius isn't a fighter.

He's an artist.

And you don't teach Michelangelo how to paint.

You give him a paintbrush, and you get out of the way.

We're gonna need you to answer our questions honestly.

Do you think you can do that?

Um, yes, sir.

Please speak into the microphone, boy.

Um, yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Good.

We have serious concerns about your past behaviors and your rumored ties.

What do you have to say for yourself?

Are you truly sorry for the things you've done?

Well, if there was, um,

any bad people circling me,

I'm sorry.

Uh...

Never any mob names on any of the contracts that I signed.

As far as I know, I...

I was doing the right thing.

And if given the chance, I'll continue

to do all the right things

to keep boxing clean.

Well-rehearsed.

But how do we know that you are a man of character?

You know the difference between right and wrong?

And how can we award a license to someone who behaves like an animal?

I don't know.

Always worked with my hands.

Labor.

Mm. W-Worked in poultry.

Born a loser.

You called me animal.

My daddy made me one.

He strapped a mule plow to me.

Worked in the fields day and night from age seven to 13.

I ain't never had no education.

When I went to school, kids teased me. Called me slow, called me dumb.

So I fought.

Defended myself.

And all that defending...

got me in trouble, in and out of juvie.

When I wasn't in juvie, I was on the street.

Trying to survive.

So I...

So I stole

to feed myself.

Ended up in prison.

Some way...

that destroyed me.

But also saved me

'cause I found boxing.

Found a way to channel my anger...

my anger against my daddy,

my anger against my place in this world.

Boxing made me a winner.

And winning, it made me feel human.

So when I got out...

I wanted to be a champ.

I wanted to be like Joe Louis.

Please.

I need to box.

I need to be a winner.

Wilma Rudolph was here for two days, and you forgot all about me.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I got caught up trying to promote the fight and...

and Wilma's just a friend.

I'm thinking about you.

I've wanted to ask you out since the eighth grade.

-That long? -Mm-hmm.

You never said nothing.

You want to go steady?

I'll call you every night.

Visit any chance I can.

Get you tickets to all my fights.

I want you ringside when I whup Patterson.

Ain't you going to Miami in the morning?

So?

You got a whole new life to live.

And you're gonna want to enjoy it all.

Might not include me.

You don't want to be my girl?

Oh, I'd be lying if I said that.

But I don't want to plan on it.

But when you're rich and famous,

if you're still thinking about me, come find me.

'Cause I'll be thinking about you, too.

Cheer up, Gee.

You're gonna be living large in Miami.

The beaches, the women.

Some of the best in the country, if not the world.

Now, listen, Gee, I'm gonna need nightly calls from you.

I want to hear about all the shenanigans you get into.

♪ From a little hill...

I ain't calling you.

♪ Gonna build me a mountain ♪

♪ Least I hope...

You're coming with me, fool.

♪ Gonna build a mountain...

No. Y-You know Mom and Pop won't let me go.

I already asked them.

I need you in my corner. Like always.

And it's thanks to you Allah delivered Dundee.

Gonna train and get in a lot of trouble...

together.

-♪ From a little hope ♪ -♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

-♪ Gonna push that daydream ♪ -♪ Yeah, yeah...

Oh, you hear that?

The people are happy you are back in the ring.

Maybe they're rooting for the other guy.

Oh, no.

It is definitely you.

Oh, I got to go find my seat before the ushers give me any trouble.

That about tonight?

Read it to me.

Oh, maybe later. They're waiting.

Now.

"Top-ranking contender for the heavyweight crown"

Sonny Liston's suspension has been lifted by the Pennsylvania Athletic Commission.

Liston's first opponent since his return

will be Howard 'Honeyboy' King. 40-21-8.

"The bout will be held this Wednesday night."

You left something out.

Heard it on the radio. I know it's there.

Might as well read it.

"With a string of arrests and ties to organized crime..."

Liston is trouble in and out of the ring.

Should he ever win the title and a ticker tape parade be in order,

Liston's hometown of Philly

"might consider confetti made from his own shredded warrants."

They hate me.

No apology, no confession gonna change that.

Always gonna be the bad guy.

Mm-mm.

What they think will change.

They will love you.

Just keep your eye on that belt, okay?

Hmm.

Sonny Liston descending a fury on Howard King.

Oh, a strong left hook. Down goes King.

The count continues at four. Five.

Six. Seven. Eight.

Tired of fighting tomato cans.

Floyd.

You built a great life for yourself.

Most men would kill for what you got.

The title, the fame,

the ear of President Kennedy.

And he don't want you fighting Liston, either.

I don't box for the houses.

Or the cars or the money.

Not even for the president.

Come on, nobody wants to see that thug lifting a title belt.

Let Liston go.

He deserves a shot at the title.

Floyd, goddamn it!

You've got all of this to lose and nothing to gain!

Wait. Wait, Cus.

You don't think I can beat him?

No, I don't.

Cassius, be careful. Make sure the foil on that

stays a little open or else your chicken will get soggy.

-Yeah. -Oh, I...

I put an extra map in there with an alternate route,

-in case you boys get lost. -We saw.

Oh, and please be careful in the small towns.

Follow the speed limit and don't give them any reason to pull you over.

-Yes, ma'am. -Okay, Mom.

Odessa, come on. These boys done traveled before.

Oh. I knew one day you would leave to go do great things.

But I didn't think I'd lose you at the same time.

Oh, hey, hey. They ain't dying, are they? Relax.

Look how good they look. Boys fine.

Don't mess up.

This is your last shot, son.

I won't. Dundee's the one.

Mm.

Hey, yo, Junior.

You're the one.

You're the one.

Proud of you.

Thanks, Pop.

-Hey. -Mama, what you doing?

Rudy.

You the only one he got down there.

-Mm-hmm. -Take care of him.

-Yes, sir. -And keep him on track.

-Yes, sir. -You hear me?

-Mm-hmm. -Okay.

-Got you, Pop. -Okay.

I love you. Go on, go on.

You ready, little brother?

-Guess so. -Let's do it.

They gonna be good.

Okay.

Wow, made it. I can't believe it.

I can't believe it, either.

We're the kingpins of the honorable Elijah Muhammad.

In the name of Allah, the magnificent and most merciful.

Thank you. Thank you, my brother.

Are you ready to receive the teachings of the honorable Elijah Muhammad, sister?

Indeed I am.

Then he will bring us together about it.

Welcome to Miami.

Hey, come on. This way. This way.

Hey, man.

-How was the trip? -Well, it was good.

It was long.

Watch your step. We got to get that fixed.

Yeah, so it's a little rough around the edges.

But, uh, welcome to your new home.

Yeah.

Let's get to work.

♪ Look ♪

♪ I don't beef on the internet, I approach you ♪

♪ I ain't shooting five with a nigga, I got to smoke you ♪

♪ My dog said his box just landed, he got his load through ♪

♪ Drive by music, this shit he can pop his toast to ♪

♪ His chopper smoke and it adios you ♪

♪ My buzz bi-costal, took the game over like I'm supposed to ♪

♪ I'm in position, you cannot get close to ♪

♪ I got shot in my throat, still got four classics at my disposal ♪

♪ And the bitches admire my ways ♪

♪ I was wilding inside of a cage, now I set fire to stage ♪

♪ Every verse recited is wave ♪

♪ And I ain't writing a page, hardest nigga out till I lie in my grave ♪

♪ Cook the white up in the microwave ♪

♪ You at work trying to get holiday pay ♪

♪ I'm on an island for days ♪

♪ Getting money like Big Meech '06 ♪

♪ This Griselda, DJ Preemo shit, motherfucker ♪

♪ Ayo, rich lord, poor lord, read the headlines ♪

♪ '04, me and 'Chine Gun was packing dimes ♪

♪ Coke spot, I had at least 100 and a line ♪

♪ Sell another brick and we copping twin fives ♪

♪ Ayo, out in Daytona, Rolex Daytona ♪

♪ Fiend hit it once, fell out into a coma ♪

♪ Sean Elliott, MAC-10s out the Rover ♪

♪ Might shoot 32 times for the culture ♪

♪ Niggas bagging boy, rocking lover boy ♪

♪ Undercover neighbor, turn the oven on ♪