I'm Illy

[Verse 1] 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 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, it ain't no one ahead of me Consider it a blessing if you get to stand next to me Five-star general, OG veteran Caked like Entenmann's, blowing that celery Stack that cash like the U.S. Treasury Every single thing I ever did was done heavily Rap until you're seventy, still ain't no catching me Put it on my pops, Big Phil, and 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 'Cause when I drop mine, that's over: finito You payin' for your foul like a free throw—bow! 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 waiting on your big break, praying you could be me And 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 begging me to skeet-skeet You in a deep sleep—stop dreaming I'm six albums in; for ten years, I been firing hot semen The limelight's mine, I'm gleaming, beaming Ask why I say I'm king? Bitch, I got my reasons (Hey!) [Hook] Wrist so frostbit (Yuh), neck so chilly (Bling) All on my mind is to get more millys (Guap) Niggas talk shit, that's silly (Ha) "Shawty, he ain't about that, really" (Nah) "Is he?" (Ayy) Nigga, I'm illy! (Yeah) Haha! (Haha!) Haha! (Hey) Ayy, I run this city, clearly (Bankhead) Ayy, tell 'em, "Get lost, I'm busy" (Beat it!) Really? (Yuh) Nigga, I'm illy (Ayy) [Verse 2] Where niggas get off? Piss off! (Yeah) 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 scorching 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, thirty mil' out the store, quick 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 lobby to the rooftops Officially the hottest nigga rapping since 2Pac 'Fore 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 'til somebody start busting Limit my discussion when rappers be battling I find out about it, better get to skee-daddling 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 traveling Hip-hop champion for real, though You couldn't fuck with me with a Brazil ho, nigga But still, though (Hey! Hahahaha) [Hook] Wrist so frostbit (Yuh), neck so chilly (Bling) All on my mind (Hey) is to get more millys (Guap) Niggas talk shit, that's silly (Ha) "Shawty, he ain't about that, really" (Nah) "Is he?" (Ayy) Nigga, I'm illy! (Yeah) Haha! (Haha!) Haha! (Hey) (Ayy, just remember, I do this shit when I want to, nigga. It's me, nigga!) Ayy, I run this city, clearly (Bankhead! Zone 1, homie!) Ayy, tell 'em, "Get lost, I'm busy" (Beat it!) Really? (Yuh) Nigga, I'm illy (Ayy) Wrist so frostbit (Yuh), neck so chilly (Bling) All on my mind is to get more millys (Guap) Niggas talk shit, that's silly (Ha) "Shawty, he ain't about that, really" (Nah) "Is he?" (Ayy) Nigga, I'm illy! (Yeah) Haha! (Haha!) Haha! (Hey) (I don't wanna hear shit 'bout "I can't rap like this when I ain't good as that one"—nigga, fuck you, partner!) Ayy, I run this city, clearly (Bankhead!) Ayy, tell 'em, "Get lost, I'm busy" (Beat it! Yeah) Really? (Yuh) Nigga, I'm illy (Ayy) [Outro] Yeah (It's the King, bitch!)