Performed by ill Nicky
Written by Nicholas Adam Beatrice, Troy Correa Boyd, Andre Malik
Produced by William Mosgrove and Wyatt Woodley
Instrumentation by Gray Trainer and Jordan Meek 
Additional vocals by Jon Jon Morgan 
Mastered by Steven Felix 
Artwork by Thomas Kettle and From Rohnert Park 

Production Team - Studio 403 
Label - ill Music Group 
Distributed - United Masters

Virgil

No Roads

Performed by ill Nicky
Written by Nicholas Adam Beatrice and Troy Correa Boyd
Produced by William Mosgrove 
Additional Production by Wyatt Woodley and Kevin Wild
Instrumentation by Gray Trainer and Jordan Meek 
Mastered by Steven Felix 
Artwork by Thomas Kettle and From Rohnert Park

Production Team - Studio 403 
Label - ill Music Group 
Distributed - United Masters
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Tragic

Performed by ill Nicky
Written by Nicholas Adam Beatrice 
Produced by William Mosgrove
Additional Production by Wyatt Woodley and Obvi
Instrumentation by Gray Trainer and Jordan Meek 
Additional vocals by Obvi, Tre Aces, DontPlay4ever and Jon Jon Morgan 
Mastered by Steven Felix 
Artwork by Thomas Kettle and From Rohnert Park 

Production Team - Studio 403 
Label - ill Music Group 
Distributed - United Masters

Crosses

prod. Danny Hatem
addition guitar - Burris
artwork - dethro

Fuck Witchu

GOLDMINE (Aneek Remix)

life of an addict

Dropping 2 songs a month this year, hope ya'll enjoy :) 

Sweetness: 

Written and performed by ill Nicky 
Produced by Billion Coast 
Mastered by Will Saulsky 
Recorded at ill Music Group Studio in Los Angeles, CA

Lyrics: 

Pre-Hook: 

Its such a bitter taste, 
I came from broken pieces, 
I ran like Walter Peyton, 
And that taste it turned to Sweetness, 

Hook:

Got me on a good one, 
I don’t have time tho, 
Blowin hot wind, 
Like summer in Chicago, 
No talkin, 
Fuck with the Capo, 
Came from the underground, 
Feeling like Chapo, 
Do what you do, and say what you mean, 
Or Keep your mouth shut now dont say a thing, 
I was at the bottom, with a little kerosene, 
So the fire still blaze from the summer to the spring, 
Ferragamo drip on the kid like Capone, 
I don’t ever follow, gotta lead on my own, 
My bitch like to ball like in "League Of Our Own," 
Please don’t call I don’t speak on the phone, 
Less you gotta bag for it, 
Matter fact make sure the bag imported, 
I remember when I had to beg for it, 
So if you aint talkin money than I gotta fast forward.


Verse1: 

I don’t ever wanna hold up, 
Keep stacking my gold up, 
From the jump I got no love, 
Tough skin, I won’t fold up, 
Get your mind right, 
Cuz when the times right, 
Is when the times right, 
It’s like Prom Night, 
The kettle won’t boil for your eye sight, 
And I bet you can’t score up on the sideline
I cannot decide when its all gon happen, 
I just pray to God and do whatever I imagine, 
I traded in my whip for a dragon, 
The drive that I got turned fire to a passion, 
Tip top shape thats something like Floyd, 
Heres another bop for the girls and the boys, 
Pull up in a drop, put the real in McCoy, 


Pre-Hook: 

Its such a bitter taste, 
I came from broken pieces, 
I ran like Walter Peyton, 
And that taste it turned to Sweetness, 

Hook:

Got me on a good one, 
I don’t have time tho, 
Blowin hot wind, 
Like summer in Chicago, 
No talkin, 
Fuck with the Capo, 
Came from the underground, 
Feeling like Chapo, 
Do what you do, and say what you mean, 
Or Keep your mouth shut now dont say a thing, 
I was at the bottom, with a little kerosene, 
So the fire still blaze from the summer to the spring, 
Ferragamo drip on the kid like Capone, 
I don’t ever follow, gotta lead on my own, 
My bitch like to ball like in "League Of Our Own," 
Please don’t call I don’t speak on the phone, 
Less you gotta bag for it, 
Matter fact make sure the bag imported, 
I remember when I had to beg for it, 
So if you aint talkin money than I gotta fast forward.


Outro: 

Tip top shape thats something like Floyd, 
Heres another bop for the girls and the boys, 
Pull up in a drop, put the real in McCoy, 

It's such a bitter taste, 
I came from broken pieces, 
I ran like Walter Peyton, 
And that taste it turned to Sweetness,

No Roads

ill Nicky

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