T.I. - I`m Illy Lyrics:
Rebel for the hell of it, hella rich
Never have to sell a brick again, must I tell a bitch again
The bulls**t I`m addressin`, check I`m on some next level s**t
Never been f**ked 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 ni**a 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

Wrist so frosty, neck so chilly
All on my mind is to get more millies
Ni**az talk s**t that`s silly
Shawty he ain`t `bout that really, is he?
Ni**a, I`m illy

Ay, I run this city clearly
Tell `em get lost, I`m busy, really?
Ni**a, I`m illy

Where ni**as get off? Piss off
Me and mine aughta take time to pop a lid off
S**t all, over the whereabouts of me, is y`all
Sick in you` f**kin` 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 s**t

House full of chicks on some `Girl Next Door` s**t
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 s**t

But Tip bankrupt accordin` to your sources
I`m still caked up along with more reinforcements
Tore s**t up from the lab to the rooftops
Officially the hottest ni**a rappin` since 2Pac

`Fore you rap `bout me, best ask `bout me
I`m out my f**kin` 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 f**k with me with a Brazil hoe ni**a
But still though

Wrist so frosty, neck so chilly
All on my mind is to get more millies
Ni**az talk s**t that`s silly
Shawty, he ain`t `bout that really is he?
Ni**a, I`m illy

Ay, just remember I do this s**t
When I want to ni**a, it`s me ni**a

Ay, I run this city, clearly
Tell `em get lost, I`m busy, really?
Ni**a, I`m illy

Wrist so frosty, neck so chilly
All on my mind is to get more millies
Ni**az talk s**t that`s silly
Shawty, he ain`t `bout that really, is he?
Ni**a, I`m illy

I don`t wanna hear s**t `bout I can`t rap like this
When I ain`t did it that way ni**a, f**k you partner

Ay, I run this city, clearly
Tell `em get lost, I`m busy, really?
Ni**a, I`m illy

Yeah, this the king, bitch

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