Chords for T.I. - I'm illy

Tempo:
83.05 bpm
Chords used:

Abm

Dbm

Eb

Db

Ab

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Abm] Rebel for the hell of it, hella rich, never have to sell a brick again, must I tell a bitch [Dbm] again?
The bullshit I'm addressing, check I'm on [Eb] some next level shit, never been fucked in the game, I'm [Abm] celibate
Rarely out my element, barely out the ghetto with, one foot out and one foot in, intelligent as fellas [Dbm] get
Listen, let's settle this, be clear, I [Eb] could fall back seven years, [Abm] 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 [Db] veteran
Cake like Edelman, blowing that [Ebm] celery, stack that cash like the US [Abm] treasury
Every single thing I ever did was done heavenly, rap until you're 70, still ain't no [Dbm] catching me
Put it on my props, big Phil and [Ebm] Bethany, be standing on the top still [Abm] after they better me
Nose in the air, so stuck up, arrogant, ain't got long, hot [Ab] songs, best [Dbm] cherry shit
But when I drop mine, that's over, [Abm] finito, you're paying for your file like a free-tho
How could a nigga think that he could see me, other than the magazine covers of the [Dbm] TV
Know I sold more mixtapes than your [Abm] CD, you're waiting on your big break, praying you could beat me
Made it far in DC, on the low, I've been all around the globe, like a [Ab] god how they [Db] treat me
Broads hit they knees, eyes closed when they [Abm] greet me, [Eb] mouth wide open, they begging me to [Abm] skit
Ski in a deep sleep, stop dreaming, I'm six albums in for ten years, I've been fire hot [Dbm] steaming
The limelight's mine, I'm gleaming, [Abm] beaming, that's why I say I'm caving, my reed
So cross, big neck, so chilly, all on my mind is to [C] get more [Db] million
Niggas talk shit that's silly, shout [Abm] at him [Eb] about that really
It's him, [Abm] nigga, I'm in it, I
[Dbm] run this city, really
Tell [Abm] him get lost, I'm busy, nigga, I'm in it
[Dbm] When niggas get on, [Abm] piss off, me and mine oughta take [Ab] time to pop a [Dbm] lid off
Shit all over the world, bouncing me [Abm] in, shouts, seeking your fucking mind
You figuring I'm a fizz off, never cooled off, tip scorching
Minimal injury, though they wishing me maximum [Dbm] misfortune
Number one hand down, flows paint [Abm] portraits
Everybody thinks you stink like horseshit
House full of chicks on some girl next door shit
A king of one-self, 30 [C] mil, lot to [Db] stalk with
Of course this case lost all my [Abm] endorsements
[Eb] Tripled up on real estate, still buying [Abm] more shit
But you're bankrupt according to your sources
I'm still caked up along with more [Dbm] reinforcement
Torsion up from the library to the [B] rooftops
Officially the [Abm] hottest nigga rapper since 2Pac
So you rap about me, best ass bout me
I'm out my fucking mind, need [Ab] counseling
[Dbm] Please don't doubt me, trust me, drama ain't [Abm] nothing
It's all fun and games, or some five-star pussy
Limit my discussion when rappers be battling
I find out about it, better get [C] to ski [Dbm]-daddling
Pack your family bag, move Vermont to [Abm] Seattleing
Re-up a crawl craft, you need ambulance
Bandages, lit like glamoury, so extravagant
Mandarin, Oriental, worldwide [Db] traveling
He a pop champion for real, though
You [Abm] couldn't fuck with me, would a Brazil hoe, nigga
But still, though
You so cross-strait, neck so chilly
All in my mind is to [Ab] get more [Db] million
Niggas talk shit, that's silly
[Eb] Shawty, he ain't bout that, Billy
It's him, [Abm] nigga, I'm Billy
I [Dbm] run this city, clearly
[Abm] It's on my home, it's me, really
Nigga, I'm Billy
You so cross-strait, neck so chilly
All in my mind is to get more [Dbm] million
Niggas talk shit, that's silly
[Abm] Shawty, he ain't bout that, Billy
It's him, nigga, I'm Billy
He a shit, but I can't rap like this one
I ain't good as that one, nigga, fuck
I [Dbm] run this city, clearly
And [Abm] come up getting low, so busy
Nigga, I'm Billy
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Eb
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Let's start jamming T.I - (Deluxe Version) Im Illy chords, familiarize yourself with these chords - Eb, Abm, Dbm, Abm, Ab and Dbm in sequence. Start with a comfortable 41 BPM and as you become proficient, aim for the song's BPM of 83. Fine-tune the capo based on your vocal range, ensuring it complements the key of Ab Minor.

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[Abm] Rebel for the hell of it, hella rich, never have to sell a brick again, must I tell a bitch [Dbm] again?
The bullshit I'm addressing, check I'm on [Eb] some next level shit, never been fucked in the game, I'm [Abm] celibate
Rarely out my element, barely out the ghetto with, one foot out and one foot in, intelligent as fellas [Dbm] get
Listen, let's settle this, be clear, I [Eb] could fall back seven years, [Abm] 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 [Db] veteran
Cake like Edelman, blowing that [Ebm] celery, stack that cash like the US [Abm] treasury
Every single thing I ever did was done heavenly, rap until you're 70, still ain't no [Dbm] catching me
Put it on my props, big Phil and [Ebm] Bethany, be standing on the top still [Abm] after they better me
Nose in the air, so stuck up, arrogant, ain't got long, hot [Ab] songs, best [Dbm] cherry shit
But when I drop mine, that's over, [Abm] finito, you're paying for your file like a free-tho
How could a nigga think that he could see me, other than the magazine covers of the [Dbm] TV
Know I sold more mixtapes than your [Abm] CD, you're waiting on your big break, praying you could beat me
Made it far in DC, on the low, I've been all around the globe, like a [Ab] god how they [Db] treat me
Broads hit they knees, eyes closed when they [Abm] greet me, [Eb] mouth wide open, they begging me to [Abm] skit
Ski in a deep sleep, stop dreaming, I'm six albums in for ten years, I've been fire hot [Dbm] steaming
The limelight's mine, I'm gleaming, [Abm] beaming, that's why I say I'm caving, my reed
So cross, big neck, so chilly, all on my mind is to [C] get more [Db] million
Niggas talk shit that's silly, shout [Abm] at him [Eb] about that really
It's him, [Abm] nigga, I'm in it, I _ _ _ _
[Dbm] run this city, really
Tell [Abm] him get lost, I'm busy, nigga, I'm in it
[Dbm] When niggas get on, [Abm] piss off, me and mine oughta take [Ab] time to pop a [Dbm] lid off
Shit all over the world, bouncing me [Abm] in, shouts, seeking your fucking mind
You figuring I'm a fizz off, never cooled off, tip scorching
Minimal injury, though they wishing me maximum [Dbm] misfortune
Number one hand down, flows paint [Abm] portraits
Everybody thinks you stink like horseshit
House full of chicks on some girl next door shit
A king of one-self, 30 [C] mil, lot to [Db] stalk with
Of course this case lost all my [Abm] endorsements
[Eb] Tripled up on real estate, still buying [Abm] more shit
But you're bankrupt according to your sources
I'm still caked up along with more [Dbm] reinforcement
Torsion up from the library to the [B] rooftops
Officially the [Abm] hottest nigga rapper since 2Pac
So you rap about me, best ass bout me
I'm out my fucking mind, need [Ab] counseling
[Dbm] Please don't doubt me, trust me, drama ain't [Abm] nothing
It's all fun and games, or some five-star pussy
Limit my discussion when rappers be battling
I find out about it, better get [C] to ski [Dbm]-daddling
Pack your family bag, move Vermont to [Abm] Seattleing
Re-up a crawl craft, you need ambulance
Bandages, lit like glamoury, so extravagant
Mandarin, Oriental, worldwide [Db] traveling
He a pop champion for real, though
You [Abm] couldn't fuck with me, would a Brazil hoe, nigga
But still, though
You so cross-strait, neck so chilly
All in my mind is to [Ab] get more [Db] million
Niggas talk shit, that's silly
[Eb] Shawty, he ain't bout that, Billy
It's him, [Abm] nigga, I'm Billy
I _ _ _ _ [Dbm] run this city, clearly
[Abm] It's on my home, it's me, really
Nigga, I'm Billy
You so cross-strait, neck so chilly
All in my mind is to get more [Dbm] million
Niggas talk shit, that's silly
[Abm] Shawty, he ain't bout that, Billy
It's him, nigga, I'm Billy
He a shit, but I can't rap like this one
I ain't good as that one, nigga, fuck
I [Dbm] run this city, clearly
And [Abm] come up getting low, so busy
Nigga, I'm Billy _ _ _ _ _ _
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Among the compositions on the album Paper Trail, written by Charles Spencer and Clifford Harris, this one shines.

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