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ill bill - time to go lyrics

[verse 1]
the grim reaper’s amongst us, he be schemin’ to dust us
livin’ god and death in pain who don’t believe in justice
so much hatred than everyday don’t give a f+ck, they empty
run up in a frenzy, emptyin’ them heavy guns, are plenty
k!ller mansion will back his funeral, hug his mother
laughin’ afterwards, dummy thought you was his brother
life is not a game, they will k!ll you for your chain
run up on you for frontin’, your seeds’ll put one in your brain
friendship is a lie, trust is a slippery slope
the slowest never been pure, they was always sniffin’ cokе
watch for every move, еvery stand, every goon
never trust a b+tch, nothin’ that they ever say is true
young k!llers approach you with smiles and evil thoughts
pop the heaters off, sn+tch your jewels and leave a corpse
we in the hater era, nowadays it ain’t enough to take your chain
now they wanna put you in the grave forever
[chorus]
the grim reaper live in every violent soul
more grimey, the grim, a cloak with a smilin’ skull
marathons of massacres, he be quiet and slow
you could run, but when your time’s up, it’s your time to go
the grim reaper live in every violent soul
more grimey, the grim, a cloak with a smilin’ skull
marathons of massacres, he be quiet and slow
you could run, but when your time’s up, it’s your time to go

[verse 2]
they’ll take your life and leave a lotta pain, summer boy
hunt the judgement and perceive they punishment beyond the grave
others receive it faster, they end up in a casket
what goes around, comes around speedin’ past, and
that’s just the universe’s relationship to the earth
from the cradle to the he+rs+, from your birth to the dirt
thus became the best version of himself
it’s the time to die, hope they just murdered this burning h+ll
try makin’ it out the hood, they won’t let ’em, no
f+ckin’ crabs in the barrel, they won’t let ’em go
some of us hate ourselves more than we hate each other, yeah
we’re all different but our blood is still the same color
some get caught slippin’, others get caught lackin’
better hide ya social security if y’all was platinum
doesn’t matter if you’se a clapper or a head trapper
everyone’s favorite thug now you just a dead rapper
[chorus]
the grim reaper live in every violent soul
more grimey, the grim, a cloak with a smilin’ skull
marathons of massacres, he be quiet and slow
you could run, but when your time’s up, it’s your time to go
the grim reaper live in every violent soul
more grimey, the grim, a cloak with a smilin’ skull
marathons of massacres, he be quiet and slow
you could run, but when your time’s up, it’s your time to go

- ill bill lyrics

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