T.i. - I'm Illy Lyrics

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Rebel for the hell of it hella rich

Never have to sell a brick again must I tell a bitch again

The bullshit I'm addressin' check I'm on some next level shit

Never been fucked in the game I'm celibate

Rarely out my element barely out the ghetto with

One foot out and one foot in intelligent as fellas get

Listen let's settle this be clear I could fall back 7 years

Still it ain't no one ahead of me

Consider it a blessin' if you get to stand next to me

Five star general O.G. veteran

Caked like Entenmann's blowin' that celery

Stack that cash like the U.S. treasury

Every single thing I ever did was done heavily

Rap until you're 70 still ain't no catchin' me

Put it on my pops Big Phil Aunt Beverly

Be standin' on the top still after they bury me

Nose in the air so stuck up arrogant

Ain't got long hot songs best cherish it

Cool when I drop mine that's over finito

You payin' for your foul like a free throw baow

Now how could a nigga think that he could see me

Other than the magazine covers or the TV?

Know I sold mo' mixtapes than your CD

You're waitin' on your big break prayin' you could beat me

You ain't made it far as D.C. on the low

I been all around the globe like a God how they treat me

Broads hit they knees eyes closed when they greet me

Mouth wide open just beggin' me to skeet skeet

You in a deep sleep stop dreamin'

I'm 6 albums in for 10 years I been 5 hot steamin'

The limelight's mine I'm gleamin' beamin'

That's why I say I'm king bitch I got my reasons

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Wrist so frosty neck so chilly

All on my mind is to get more millies

Niggaz talk shit that's silly

Shawty he ain't 'bout that really is he?

Nigga I'm illy

Ay I run this city clearly

Tell 'em get lost I'm busy really?

Nigga I'm illy

Where niggas get off? Piss off

Me and mine aughta take time to pop a lid off

Shit all over the whereabouts of me is y'all

Sick in you' fuckin' mind you figurin' I'ma fizz off

Never cooled off Tip scorchin'

Minimal injury thought they wishin' me maximum misfortune

Number one hand down flows paint portraits

Everybody thinks you stink like horse shit

House full of chicks on some 'Girl Next Door' shit

A king who once sell 30 mil' out the store quick

Of course this case lost all my endorsements

Tripled up on real estate still buyin' more shit

But Tip bankrupt accordin' to your sources

I'm still caked up along with more reinforcements

Tore shit up from the lab to the rooftops

Officially the hottest nigga rappin' since 2Pac

'Fore you rap 'bout me best ask 'bout me

I'm out my fuckin' mind need counselin'

Please don't doubt me trust me drama ain't nothin'

It's all fun and games 'til somebody start butsin'

'Member my discussion when rappers be battlin'

I find out about it better get to skedaddlin'

Pack your family's bag move 'em out to Seattle and

We ever cross paths you'll need ambulance and bandages

Live life glamorous so extravagant

Mandarin oriental worldwide travelin'

Hip hop champion for real dough

You couldn't fuck with me with a Brazil hoe nigga

But still though

Wrist so frosty neck so chilly

All on my mind is to get more millies

Niggaz talk shit that's silly

Shawty he ain't 'bout that really is he?

Nigga I'm illy

Ay just remember I do this shit

When I want to nigga it's me nigga

Ay I run this city clearly

Tell 'em get lost I'm busy really?

Nigga I'm illy

Wrist so frosty neck so chilly

All on my mind is to get more millies

Niggaz talk shit that's silly

Shawty he ain't 'bout that really is he?

Nigga I'm illy

I don't wanna hear shit 'bout I can't rap like this

When I ain't did it that way nigga fuck you partner

Ay I run this city clearly

Tell 'em get lost I'm busy really?

Nigga I'm illy

Yeah this the king bitch

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