I'm Illy - T.I.

Rebel 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 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 it ain’t no one ahead of me

Consider it a blessin' if you get to stand next to me

Five-star general, OG 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 nigga think that he could see me

Other than the magazine covers or the TV?

Know I sold more mixtapes than your CD

You’re waitin' on your big break, prayin' you could be 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 six albums in, for ten years, I been firing hot semen

The limelight’s mine, I’m gleamin', beamin'

Ask why I say I’m King, bitch, I got my reasons

Wrist so frosty, neck so chilly (bing!)

All on my mind is to get more millies (what?)

Niggas talk shit, that’s silly (HA!)

Shawty, he ain’t about that really?

(nah) Is he?

Nigga, I’m illy!

Haha, haha, haha, hey

Aye, I run this city, clearly (BANKHEAD!)

Tell 'em get lost, I’m busy, really?

Nigga, I’m illy

Where niggas get off?

Piss off!

Me and mine ought to take time to pop a lid off

Shit, all over the whereabouts of me, is y’all

Sick in your fuckin' mind?

You figuring I’ma fizzle

Never cooled off, Tip scorchin'

Minimal injury, though they wishing me maximum misfortune

Number one, hands down, flows paint portraits

Everybody thinks you stink like horse shit

House full of chicks on some Girl Next Door shit

A king of oneself, 30 mil' out the store quick

Of course, this case, lost all my endorsements

Tripled up on real estate, still buyin' more shit

But Tip bankrupt, according to your sources

I’m still caked up along with more reinforcements

Tore shit up from the lobby to the rooftops

Officially: the hottest nigga rappin' since 2Pac

'Fore you rap 'bout me, best ask 'bout me

I’m out my fuckin' mind, need counselin'

Please don’t doubt me, trust me, drama ain’t nothin'

It’s all fun and games 'til somebody start bustin'

'Member my discussion when rappers be battlin'

I find out about it, better get to skedaddlin'

Pack your family bags, move 'em out to Seattle and

We ever cross paths, you’ll need ambulance and bandages

Live life glamorous, so extravagant

Mandarin Oriental, worldwide travellin'

Hip-hop champion, for real though

You couldn’t fuck with me with a Brazil ho, nigga, but still though

Wrist so frosty, neck so chilly (bing!)

All on my mind is to get more millies (what?)

Niggas talk shit, that’s silly (HA!)

Shawty, he ain’t about that really?

(nah) Is he?

Nigga, I’m illy!

Haha, haha, haha, hey

Aye, I run this city, clearly (BANKHEAD!)

Tell 'em get lost, I’m busy, really?

Nigga, I’m illy

Hahaha, HEY!

Aye, just remember I do this shit when I want to, nigga

It’s me, nigga!

(Zone One, homie!) Yeah, yeah

I don’t wanna hear shit 'bout I can’t rap like this

When I ain’t did it that way, nigga, fuck you, partner!

Yeahhhhh

It’s the King, bitch!