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Published on May 14, 2009
T.I. Im Illy Lyrics
Rappin for the hell of it Hella rich never have to sell a brick again Must I tell a bitch again The Bullshit I'm addressing 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 seven years Still ain't no one ahead of me
[Verse 1]: Consider it a blessing if you get to stand next to me Five star general O.G. veteran Caked like edimen Blowing that celery Stack that cash like the U.S. Treasury Every single thing I ever done was done heavily Rap until your seventy Still ain't no catching me Put it on my pops, Big Phil, Aunt Beverly Be standing 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 Whoever drop mine that's over, finito You paying for your foul like a freethrow Now how could a nigga think that he could see me Other than the magazine covers or the T.V. You know I sold more mixtapes than your cd Youre waiting on your big break praying you can beat me You ain't made it far as DC 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 begging me to skeet! skeet! You in a deep sleep stop dreaming I'm 6 albums in for 10 years I been firin' hot semen The limelights mine I'm gleaming Beaming That's why I say I'm King bitch I got my reasons
[Chorus]: Wrist so frosty Neck so chilly All on my mind is to get more millies Niggas talk shit that's silly Shawty he ain't about that Really? Is he? Nigga I'm illy Yeah! Haha haha, hey I run this city Clearly Tell em get lost Im busy really Nigga I'm illy
[Verse 2:] Where niggas get off, piss off Me and mine oughta take time to pop a lid off Shit all over the way bouncing me is y'all Seeing your fucking mind you figuring Im'a fizz off Never cooled off Tip scorching Minimal injury though they wishing me maximum misfortune Number one hands down Flow paints portraits Everybody think you stink like horse shit House full of chicks on some girl next door shit A king go on sell 30 mil out the store quit Of course this case lost all my endorsements Tripled up on real estate still buying more shit But Tip bankrupt according to your sources I'm still caked up along with more reinforcements Tore shit up from the ladder to the rooftops Officially the hottest nigga rapping since Tupac Before you rap bout me best ask bout me I'm out my fucking mind need counseling Please don't doubt me, trust me Drama ain't nothing It's all fun and games till somebody start busting Remember my discussion when rappers be battling I find out about it better get to skedaddling Pack your familys bags move 'em out to Seattle You ever crawl back you'll need an ambulance and bandages Live life glamorous so extravagant Mandarin, oriental worldwide traveling Hip hop champion for real though You couldnt fuck with me with a Brazil hoe nigga But still though,
[Chorus (x2)]: Wrist so frosty Neck so chilly All on my mind is to get more millies Niggas talk shit that's silly Shawty he ain't about that Really? Is he? Nigga I'm illy Yeah! Haha haha, hey I run this city Clearly Tell em get lost Im busy really Nigga I'm illy