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[Intro: Sm00ve]
Winning lottery numbers coming up
Breaking news, new development out of Atlanta
Police are in a standoff with a local rapper by the name of Sm00ve
Wait, is this just in? He has the rap game hostage

[Post-Chorus: Sm00ve]
First you get the money (Check, check, check)
Then come power, respect
These hoes thirsty so they only want you if you got a check
Well, money talks (Money talks)
It speaks so many languages (Languages)
[?] how I wrestle words, I don't think you get my angle, bitch

[Chorus: Sm00ve]
Scarface, ’83 Pacino ('83 Pacino)
Run my check up, then I bring back to my kinfolks
Grindin' hard, stay down, nigga, ten toes (Uh)
Rap game, don’t ask me what it hit for

[Verse 1: Sm00ve]
911, what's your emergency? (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Okay, now here's my situation, see (Let me tell you somethin')
I'm killin' shit, I think I need a loan
And I put that on the state of Georgia
Let the pen bleed slow, shawty, I torture tracks (Ugh)
Black gloves, ski mask plus a ball bat (Okay)
Hogtie, duct tape, shawty, all day (They get it)
Satisfy my demands, you get your hostage back (Ha)
First things first, everybody can't rap
And two things for certain, everybody don't trap
I just be me, young nigga who came from the struggle
Atlanta, hitter with the hammer, [?] (Ugh)

[Chorus: Sm00ve & GRIP]
Scarface, ’83 Pacino (’83 Pacino)
Run my check up, then I bring back to my kinfolks
Grindin' hard, stay down, nigga, ten toes (Uh)
Rap game, don’t ask me what it hit for (Uh)

[Verse: GRIP]
Sm00ve, thanks for the feature slot
Rap game in the trunk by the speaker box
And the rich get richer, and the poor get poorer
Then why put a dime in a preachers pockets?
So we can go the car like [?]
While I relocate to a cheaper spot
Where niggas bustin', so you don't sleep a lot
And when you park your car, you better keep it locked
Get your [?] stole, I got soul, yeah, I got soul like sneakers got
And I'm entitled to my own opinions
So I’m the best, and fuck you if you think I'm not
Uh, give me some rope and duct tape
And I'ma cut straight to the point, for fucks sake
I'm killin' these cupcake niggas
We can't touch base, please stay tuned for updates
Lean in my cup, I'm a king like Tut
Put it on my princess and the queen I cut
Like a spade in the deck, I was made into that
Stayed in the mountain and I played with a check
My caliber get stronger every time I spit
Shit, my last verse got sprayed with a TEC
Now I'm workin' with a verbal M16
Step into the crossfire, catch it straight to the neck
From the A to [?], from the South to the West to the East
Ain't spit nothin' less than the beast
You could check, I got flesh in my teeth
Eatin' every [?] rapper nigga
[?] dish tradit' to my team like showtime, nigga
A old wise man said "It's yo time, nigga"
Leave the other [?], no [?], nigga

[Post-Chorus: Sm00ve]
First you get the money (Check, check, check)
Then come power, respect
These hoes thirsty so they only want you if you got a check
Well, money talks (Money talks)
It speaks so many languages (Languages)
[?] how I wrestle words, I don't think you get my angle, bitch

[Chorus: Sm00ve]
Scarface, '83 Pacino ('83 Pacino)
Run my check up, then I bring back to my kinfolks
Grindin' hard, stay down, nigga, ten toes (Uh)
Rap game, don't ask me what it hit for