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Ant Chamberlain, that's a hundred points

In my eyes, you see that blood in them
You can't see no love in them
He can't sleep for weeks, his stomach turning cause them drugs in him
He just laid his eyes inside the barrel then them slugs hit em
We can't make no living we content with all this drug dealing
I'm in love with pain killers, only hang with gangmembers
Heard he want that clout so bad so we gon' let that fame kill him
I could see his spirit leave his body when them things hit him
I suggest you watch the way you talk because we change niggas

Watch the way you talk before you find your body rocked inside that chalk
Killers move in silence, he ain't hear them shots so he was shocked
I was undecided, serving rocks, ain't trying to punch no clock
I was looking up to demons, riding, jacking, fuck the opps
Free lil shan need' he was stacking bands, got caught up in that wraith
We got canons, we don't use our hands that's just how we was raised
With that being said
Come get your manz before I make him dance, hollows blast, need' let em hit his ass need' take him out his pants
Nd' lil mat can do some damage he ain't scared to take that chance
If you acting like you savage be prepared to take that stance
With that rachet, we in traffic, we ain't care to shake that can
With this rapping, I done found my passion, thankful for my fans
In the streets the shit I seen was graphic, stayed up in my grams
Cocking heat so different type of gadgets stayed up in my hands
Smith & Wesson we got automatics, he don't want no static
Hit his chest, need' make that nigga panic, burn him in the attic

In my eyes, you see that blood in them
You can't see no love in them
He can't speak for weeks, his stomach turning cause them drugs in him
He just laid his eyes inside the barrel then them slugs hit em
We can't make no living we content with all this drug dealing
I'm in love with pain killers, only hang with gangmembers
Heard he want that clout so bad so we gon' let that fame kill him
I could see his spirit leave his body when them things hit him
I suggest you watch the way you talk because we change niggas

Ant Chamberlain, that's a hundred points

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