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I m Illy T.I.

[Verse 1:]
Rapper for the hell of it
Hella rich never have to sell a brick again
Must I tell a bitch again
Bullshit I'm addressing check I'm on some next level
shit
Never been fucked in the game I'm sellibant
Rat me out my element barely out the ghetto with
One for thy and one for them intelligent as fellas
get
Listen let's settle then 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. treasurey every single
thing I done did was done heavily
Rap until your seventy still ain't 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 phenito you paying for your foul like
a freethrow (thou)
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 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 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
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 fucking 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
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 seattley you
ever come back you'll need ambulance and bandages
Live life glamorous so extravagent imagine on the
worlwide traveling hip hop champion
For real though you could'ntfuck 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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