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Correct I'm Illy Lyrics
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Verse 1: Rebal 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 Intelligent 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 Eteman's Blowin that celery Stack that cash like the U.S. treasury Ever Single Thing I Ever Did Was Done Heveanly Rap until you seventy Still aint no catchin me Put It On My Pops, Big Phil, Aunt 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 FreeThrow BOWW!!!! Now how could a nigga think that he can see me Other than the magazine covers or the tv Know I sold mo 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 Ive Been Fire Hot Steamin 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 milli Niggas talk shit that's silly Shawty he aint bout dat milli 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 Number one hands down flow Down 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 battlin' I find out about it better get to skeet paddlin' Pack your familys bags move em out to Seattlin' we ever cross paths you'll need ambulance and bandages Live life glamorous so extravagent Mandarin oriential worlwide traveling hip hop champion For real though you could'nt fuck with me with a Brazil hoe nigga but still know Chorus x2
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