Verse 1:
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 addressin
Check I'm on some next level shit
Never been fucked in the game
I'm celebate
Rarely out my element
Barely out the ghetto with
One foot out
And one foot in
Intellegent as fellas get
Listen lets settle this
Be clear
I can fall back seven years
Still it aint no one ahead of me
Consider it a blessin
If you get to stand next to me
Five star general
OG veteran
Cake like edimen
Blowin that celery
Stack that cash like the U.S. treasury
Every single thing I done did
I've done heavenly
Rap until you seventy
Still aint no catchin me
Put that on my pops big phil and beverly
Be standin on top still after they bury me
Nose in the air
So stuck up arrogant
Aint got long
Hot songs best cherish it
Cause when I drop mine that's over
Fineto
You payin for your fine like a frito
POW!
Now how could a nigga think that he can see me
Other than the magazine covers or the tv
Know I sold mixtapes than ya cd
Waitin on ya big break
Prayin you could be me
You aint made it far as DC
On the low
I've 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 spit five hot seimen
The lime lights mine I'm gleamin
Beamin
That's why I say I'm king bitch
I got my reasons
Chorus:
Wrist so frost
Neck (neck) so chilly
All on my mind is to get mo millies
Niggas talk shit that's silly
Shawty he aint bout dat really(naw)
Is he?(hey)
Nigga I'm Illy
Aye
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 off
Over the well bouncin me is ya'll
Sick in yo fuckin mind
You figurin imma fizz off
Never cool off
TIP scorchin
Minimal injury
Though they wishin me maximum missfortune
? hands down paint poetry
Everybody think you stink like horse shit
House full of chicks
On some girl next door shit
Sell another million
Of my records out the store quick
Of course this case lost all my indorsements
Tripled up on real estate
Still buyin more shit
But TIP bankrupt accordin to your sources
I'm still caked up along with more reinforcements
Tore shit up from the live unto the rooftops
Offically the hottest nigga rappin since tupac
For you rap bout me
Best ask bout me
I'm out my fuckin mind need councilin
Please don't doubt me
Trust me
Drama aint nothin
It's all fun and games til somebody start bustin
Rememberin my discussion
Who rappers be battlin
I find out about it
Better get the sceedaddlin
Pack your family
Move em out to seattle and
Never cross paths
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