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I'm Illy Lyrics

I'm Illy by T.I.  

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I'm Illy Verse 1:

Rebal 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 celebate
Rarely out my element
Barely out the ghetto with
One foot out
And one foot in
Intelligent as fellas get
Listen lets settle this
Be clear
I can fall back seven years
Still it aint no one ahead of me
Consider it a blessin
If you get to stand next to me
Five star general
OG veteran
Cake like Eteman's
Blowin that celery
Stack that cash like the U.S. treasury
Ever Single Thing I Ever Did Was Done Heveanly
Rap until you seventy
Still aint no catchin me
Put It On My Pops, Big Phil, Aunt Beverly
Be standin on top still after they bury me
Nose in the air
So stuck up arrogant
Aint got long
Hot songs best cherish it
Cause when I drop mine that's over
Fineto
You payin for your fine like a FreeThrow
BOWW!!!!
Now how could a nigga think that he can see me
Other than the magazine covers or the tv
Know I sold mo mixtapes than ya cd
Waitin on ya big break
Prayin you could be me
You aint made it far as DC
On the low
I've 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 six albums in for ten years
Ive Been Fire Hot Steamin
The lime lights mine I'm gleamin
Beamin
That's why I say I'm king bitch
I got my reasons

Chorus:

Wrist so frost
Neck (neck) so chilly
All on my mind is to get mo milli
Niggas talk shit that's silly
Shawty he aint bout dat milli really(naw)
Is he?(hey)
Nigga I'm Illy
Aye
I run this city clearly
Tell em get lost I'm 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 off
Over the well bouncin me is ya'll
Sick in yo fuckin mind
You figurin imma fizz off
Never cool off
TIP scorchin
Minimal injury
Though they wishin me maximum missfortune
Number one hands down flow Down paints portraits
Everybody think you stink like horse shit
House full of chicks on some girl next door shit
A king who gon' sell 30 mill out the store quick
Of course this case lost all my endorsements
Tripled up on real estate still buying more shit
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 battlin'
I find out about it better get to skeet paddlin'
Pack your familys bags move em out to Seattlin'
we ever cross paths you'll need ambulance and bandages
Live life glamorous
so extravagent
Mandarin oriential worlwide traveling
hip hop champion
For real though
you could'nt fuck with me with a Brazil hoe nigga
but still know

Chorus x2



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