(Ant Chamberlain, that's a hundred points)

Yeah, uh
Street, yeah, we ain't stopping at no red lights
They gon' need umbrellas, when it rain, we spinnin' every night
Yellow tape the streets, we outside posted, fuck if the feds watching
Cuze say it's time to put in work, he wan' see dead bodies, uh
And fuck the opps, them niggas dead probably
I ain't got no heart, told you that from the start, I feel like fuck everybody
We gon' wash our hands off with bleach, nigga, for every body
Ain't no red lights, these niggas green, you gotta watch everybody

You would've thought my niggas died to oppositions, uh
They was outside losin' they life to a sentence, uh
Lil' bitch say, "Period, pooh," but ain't end her sentence, uh
Told the bitch, "Don't hit my phone, I'm rude now," 'cause I ain't friendly, uh
She put them drugs inside her body, Percocet, molly
I'ma get a nigga wet up like Poseidon if an opp try me
Was the only black kid on the baseball team, so they think I'm not sliding
My best friends killed my granddaddy, I had a hard time crying

Street, yeah, we ain't stopping at no red lights
They gon' need umbrellas, when it rain, we spinnin' every night
Yellow tape the streets, we outside posted, fuck if the feds watching
Cuz say it's time to put in work, he wan' see dead bodies, uh
And fuck the opps, them niggas dead probably
I ain't got no heart, told you that from the start, I feel like fuck everybody
We gon' wash our hands off with bleach, nigga, for every body
Ain't no red lights, these niggas green, you gotta watch everybody

Stuck in the hood, drive past them candles, look at your dead homies
Gang want me to kick it, I'm trying to progress, ain't got a leg on me
I gave my homie bread for the straps, he went and turned fed on me
Lucky I ain't kill him, he don't know I keep one in the head on me
Screaming long live Niko, won't use his name in vain
Rolls Royce umbrellas if I'm gon' wait in the rain
I done got a lil' bougie now, signed then got my racks up
Still'll catch an opp at the red light, I hope he strapped up

Street, yeah, we ain't stopping at no red lights
They gon' need umbrellas, when it rain, we spinnin' every night
Yellow tape the streets, we outside posted, fuck if the feds watching
Cuz say it's time to put in work, he wan' see dead bodies, uh
And fuck the opps, them niggas dead probably
I ain't got no heart, told you that from the start, I feel like fuck everybody
We gon' wash our hands off with bleach, nigga, for every body
Ain't no red lights, these niggas green, you gotta watch everybody

(Ant Chamberlain, that's a hundred points)

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