Chuck Diesel - I'm Illy lyrics

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Chuck Diesel - I'm Illy lyrics

[Verse 1] Rebel for the hell of it, hella rich Never have to sell a brick again, must I tell a b**h again? The bullsh** I'm addressin', check, I'm on some next level sh** Never been f**ed 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 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 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 n***a 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 be 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 six albums in for ten years, I been five hot steamin' The limelight's mine, I'm gleamin', beamin' That's why I say I'm King, b**h, I got my reasons [Hook] Wrist so frosty, neck so chilly (bing) All on my mind is to get more millies (what?) n***as talk sh**, that's silly (HA!) Shawty, he ain't about that really? (nah) Is he? n***a, I'm illy! Haha, haha, haha, hey Aye, I run this city, clearly (BANKHEAD!) Tell 'em get lost, I'm busy, really? n***a, I'm illy [Verse 2] Where n***as get off? Piss off! Me and mine ought to take time to pop a lid off sh**, all over the whereabouts of me is y'all Sick in your f**in' mind, you figuring I'ma fizz off Never cooled off, T.I.P. scorchin' Minimal injury, though they wishing me maximum misfortune Number one, hands down, flows paint portraits Everybody thinks you stink like horse sh** House full of chicks on some Girl Next Door sh** 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 sh** But T.I.P. bankrupt according to your sources I'm still caked up along with more reinforcements Tore sh** up from the lab up to the rooftops Officially the hottest n***a rappin' since 2Pac 'Fore you rap 'bout me, best ask 'bout me I'm out my f**in' mind, need counselin' Please don't doubt me, trust me, drama ain't nothin' It's all fun and games 'til somebody start bustin' 'Member my discussion when rappers be battlin' I find out about it, better get to skedaddlin' 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 travellin' Hip-Hop champion, for real though; you couldn't f** with me with a Brazil ho, n***a, but still though [Hook] Wrist so frosty, neck so chilly (bing) All on my mind is to get more millies (what?) n***as talk sh**, that's silly (HA!) Shawty, he ain't about that really? (nah) Is he? n***a, I'm illy! Haha, haha, haha, hey Aye, I run this city, clearly (BANKHEAD!) Tell 'em get lost, I'm busy, really? n***a, I'm illy [Outro] Hahaha, HEY! Aye, just remember I do this sh** when I want to, n***a It's me, n***a! Zone One, homie! Yeah, yeah I don't wanna hear sh** 'bout I can't rap like this When I ain't did it that way, n***a f** you, partner! Yeah, yeah, this the King, b**h!