I'm Illy

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 US Treasury

Every single thing I ever did was done heavenly

Rap until you're seventy, still ain't no catching me

Put it on my pops, Big Phil, Aunt 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

Cah when I drop mine, that's over, finito

You paying for your foul like a free throw, baow!

Now, how could a **** 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

You ain't made it far as DC, 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

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

**** talk shit, that's silly

Shorty, he ain't about that really, is he?

****, I'm illy

I run this city, clearly

Tell 'em get lost, I'm busy, really?

****, I'm illy

Where **** get off? Piss off

Me and mine oughta take time to pop a lid off

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

Sick in your fucking 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, go and sell 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 **** rapping since Tupac

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

I'm out my fucking mind, need counselin'

Please don't doubt me, trust me, drama ain't nothing

It's all fun and games till somebody start busting

'Member my discussion when rappers be battling

I find out about it, better get to skedaddling

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 travelin'

Hip-hop champion, for real though, you couldn't fuck with me

With a Brazil ho, ****, but still though

Wrist so frosty, neck so chilly

All on my mind is to get more millies

**** talk shit, that's silly

Shorty, he ain't about that really, is he?

****, I'm illy

(Aye, just remember I do this shit when I want to, ****)

(It's me, ****)

I run this city, clearly

Tell 'em get lost, I'm busy, really?

****, I'm illy

Wrist so frosty, neck so chilly

All on my mind is to get more millies

**** talk shit, that's silly

Shorty, he ain't about that really, is he?

****, I'm illy

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

(Or that I ain't good as that one, ****, fuck you, partner)

I run this city, clearly

Tell 'em get lost, I'm busy, really?

****, I'm illy

(Yeah) (It's the king, bitch)