T.I. - Paper Trail (2008) - I'm Illy lyrics

• [Verse 1:]
  Rapper for the hell of it
  Hella rich never have to sell a brick again
  Must I tell a bitch again
  Bullshit I'm addressing check I'm on some next level shit
  Never been fucked in the game I'm sellibant
  Rat me out my element barely out the ghetto with
  One for thy and one for them intelligent as fellas get
  Listen let's settle then be clear I could fall back seven years and still no one ahead of me
  Consider it a blessing if you get to stand next to me
  Five star general O.G. veteran caked like edimen blowing that celery
  Stack that cash like the U.S. treasurey every single thing I done did was done heavily
  Rap until your seventy still ain't catching me put it on my pops, big phil and 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 whoever drop mine that's ova phenito you paying for your foul like a freethrow (thou)
  Now how could a nigga think that he could see me other than the magazine covers or the t.v.
  You know I sold more mixtapes than your cd your waiting on your big break praying you can beat 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 out they clothes 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 10 years I been hot steaming
  The limelights mine I'm gleaming beaming that's why I say I'm KING bitch I got my reasons