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T.I. - Im Illy Lyrics



T.I. - Im Illy Lyrics




[Verse 1:]
Rapper 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 f*cked 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 and still no one ahead of me
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 eva did was done heavily
Rap until your seventy still ain't no catching me put it on my pops, big phil and 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 ova finito you paying for your foul like a freethrow (bow!)
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 mix tapes than your CD your 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 out they clothes when they greet me mouth wide open just begging me to skeet skeet
You in a deep sleep stop dreaming I'm six albums in for 10 years I been hot steaming
The limelight's 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
Hey I run this city clearly
Tell em get lost I get busy really
Nigga I'm illy

[Verse 2:]
Where niggas get off piss off me and mine only take time to pop a lid off
Shit all after the way you bouncing is ya'll out of you f*cking mind you figuring I would fizz off
Never cooled off tip scorching minimal injury thought they missing me max fortune
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 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
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 f*cking 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 family bags move em out to Seattle and you ever come back you'll need ambulance and bandages
Live life glamorous so extravagant imagine on the worldwide traveling hip hop champion
For real though you couldn't f*ck with me with a Brazil hoe nigga

[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
Hey I run this city clearly
Tell em get lost I get busy really
Nigga I'm illy
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[Verse 1:]
Rapper 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 f*cked 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 and still no one ahead of me
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 eva did was done heavily
Rap until your seventy still ain't no catching me put it on my pops, big phil and 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 ova finito you paying for your foul like a freethrow (bow!)
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 mix tapes than your CD your 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 out they clothes when they greet me mouth wide open just begging me to skeet skeet
You in a deep sleep stop dreaming I'm six albums in for 10 years I been hot steaming
The limelight's 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
Hey I run this city clearly
Tell em get lost I get busy really
Nigga I'm illy

[Verse 2:]
Where niggas get off piss off me and mine only take time to pop a lid off
Shit all after the way you bouncing is ya'll out of you f*cking mind you figuring I would fizz off
Never cooled off tip scorching minimal injury thought they missing me max fortune
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 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
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 f*cking 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 family bags move em out to Seattle and you ever come back you'll need ambulance and bandages
Live life glamorous so extravagant imagine on the worldwide traveling hip hop champion
For real though you couldn't f*ck with me with a Brazil hoe nigga

[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
Hey I run this city clearly
Tell em get lost I get busy really
Nigga I'm illy
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Writer: CHARLES SPENCER, CLIFFORD J. HARRIS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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