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B-Ill

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Colorado
Be ill baby
Let’s go
I feel it my heart now ya
Now I can’t slow it down down
I feel it in my heart now ya
Now I can’t slow it down down
Feeling it in my heart now
And I can’t slow it down
Money burning and I’m yearning
For freedom feel it turning
America’s lost no returning
What the f*ck is this journey
Not what I had in mind
When I left the skins out early
Pick your weapons get to stepping
G5 we out jetting
Hitting Vegas big betting
Tattoos out we always repping
I can show you the express route
To the stairway to fucking heaven
Life’s been a war zone for me
Since I was god dam seven
Always After a big bag since mother fucking eleven
I’m that hungry beast in your nightmare that needs feeden
Soul pulling apart got the horcrux out spreading
Avada Kedarva come on baby elder wand ejecting
Keep coming I don’t feel any kinda threaten
Shooters that will also take bullets for me Bettin
Loyalty that money can’t buy most deffin
Throw up those Jays my jokers we reppin
I feel it in my heart now ya
Now I can’t slow it down down
I feel it in my heart now ya
Now I can’t slow it down down
Sparking up an ounce blunt
Cause I don’t give a f*ck
Bitches coming with some friends
Sippin on that captain what
Hop in my 350 ya
We about party up
Lights blinding diamonds shining
100s flying we so flush
Royals greeting wanna touch
Besmirching you leave you frus
Traded I’m faded I’m cashin in
Crushing it with one punch
Enjoy your Travis Scott lunch
Yous a little bitch I have a hunch
Won’t come out when it’s time to crunch
Pick your weapons I have a bunch
La Luna del cacciatore it’s my fun
I’ll take the moon shining over the sun
Last thing you want me to say it’s done
You’re as useless as tits in a nun
Won’t ever catch me on the run
Cause I don’t stop till I’ve won
I feel it
I feel it
I feel it
Coming at me I got the rounds
Pounds on pounds of the loud
303 is my crowd
Wrapping you up in a shroud
This my town I get down
Grinding daily to touch a crown
F*ck the cops No rats allowed
All this shit make you proud
Gucci pockets well endowed
Inhaling bars pushing out clouds
Punch the Nas time to get lost
Horses galloping cause we floss
Ferrari driving like a boss
The antichrist you don’t wanna cross
Penne these words pouring out sauce
Checkmate motherfuckers, Sorry for your loss
RIP
Taking ashes to ashes Dust to dust
Pulling up to the bank In a mother fucking bus
Pull the gats Get the trust
Robin Hood fixing to bust
No more scraps cause we living lush
When the bullets fly that’s a rush
I hit your vitals so I can see the gush
Ogs around we’ve never had to flush
We ain’t pussys won’t lay in the brush
Standing tall ain’t asking mush
F*ck me, did I just become your god damn bitches crush
I feel it in my heart now ya
Now I can’t slow it down down
I feel it in my heart now ya
Now I can’t slow it down down
Be ill motherfuckers
0-100 real quick
Denver
You know what it is
We out

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