T.I.

T.I. - I'm Illy lyrics

rate me

*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

You’re 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 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 all over the way bouncing me is y'all

Sick in 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 family’s 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 couldn’t 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 I’m busy really

Nigga I'm illy

Thanks to K.J. for these lyrics

Thanks to K.J. for these lyrics

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