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I'm Illy Lyrics - Paper Trail - 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 7 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, O.G. 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 

 

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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 mo' mixtapes than your CD 

You're waitin' on your big break prayin' you could beat 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 6 albums in for 10 years I been 5 hot steamin' 

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

That's why I say I'm king bitch, I got my reasons 

 

Wrist so frosty, neck so chilly 

All on my mind is to get more millies 

Niggaz talk shit that's silly 

Shawty he ain't 'bout that really, is he? 

Nigga, I'm illy 

 

Ay, I run this city clearly 

Tell 'em get lost, I'm busy, really? 

Nigga, I'm illy 

 

Where niggas get off? Piss off 

Me and mine aughta take time to pop a lid off 

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

Sick in you' fuckin' mind, you figurin' I'ma fizz off 

 

Never cooled off, Tip scorchin' 

Minimal injury thought they wishin' me maximum misfortune 

Number one hand down, flows paint portraits 

Everybody thinks you stink like horse shit 

 

House full of chicks on some 'Girl Next Door' shit 

A king who once sell 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 accordin' to your sources 

I'm still caked up along with more reinforcements 

Tore shit up from the lab 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 butsin' 

 

'Member my discussion when rappers be battlin' 

I find out about it, better get to skedaddlin' 

Pack your family's bag, move 'em out to Seattle and 

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

 

Live life glamorous, so extravagant 

Mandarin, oriental worldwide travelin' 

Hip hop champion for real dough 

You couldn't fuck with me with a Brazil hoe nigga 

But still though 

 

Wrist so frosty, neck so chilly 

All on my mind is to get more millies 

Niggaz talk shit that's silly 

Shawty, he ain't 'bout that really is he? 

Nigga, I'm illy 

 

Ay, just remember I do this shit 

When I want to nigga, it's me nigga 

 

Ay, I run this city, clearly 

Tell 'em get lost, I'm busy, really? 

Nigga, I'm illy 

 

Wrist so frosty, neck so chilly 

All on my mind is to get more millies 

Niggaz talk shit that's silly 

Shawty, he ain't 'bout that really, is he? 

Nigga, I'm illy 

 

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 

 

Ay, I run this city, clearly 

Tell 'em get lost, I'm busy, really? 

Nigga, I'm illy 

 

Yeah, this the king, bitch 

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