ILL BILL - Time to Go lyrics

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 and envy they
Don't give a fuck, they empty
Run up in a frenzy, emptyin' them heavy
Guns are plenty
Killer Manson won’t back his funeral
Hug his mother laughin' afterwards
Dummy thought you was his brother
Life is not a game
They will kill 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 bitch
Nothin' that they ever say is true
Young killers approach you with
Smiles and evil thoughts
Pop the heaters off
Snatch 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

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

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 hearse
From your birth to the dirt
Thus became the best version of himself
Just in time to die
Hope they just murdered this burning Hell
Try makin' it out the hood
They won't let 'em, no
Fuckin' 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

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