Legendary

Lyrics

[Intro: Chillinit] Mmm Haha Woo Haha Ladies and gentlemen Mickey on production, Chillinit on the vocals You've been tuned into a hip-hop history lesson Are you really about your hip-hop? Catch each reference, who can count 'em? Keep 'em up [Verse 1: Chillinit] If she wants to get busy, baby Bone with a thug and that's all harmony She mobbin' with the deepest of lovin' That be bizarre to me The proof is in the havoc and drugger But only part of me was shook I knew she's the one who's conniving artistry I pass the sesh, got Das EFX up on the screen Rule this world like Nas cassettes 'Cause rascal gets so dizzy, [?] one day Let me inspect ya, Kool G bars and sets and I connect ya Uh, I'm gettin' high off the cabbage So you better take five like Jurassic and my mind be so magic And if Jada wants the Smith, ride the carriage Get the will, blow a kiss, I'm a savage when the hips swing I keep a KR, yes I be the one, my buds are big like Pun Pimp, see, you're corrupt, I get love like Nate I told your bitch to come and puff my J And we can catch a few Z's when they push me off the tee 'Cause the kids be cutty, day and night I'm on the streets I'm Akon with the pain like T, in the West like Ye The whole world is getting cold like J, Dreamville I could jam like Pearl or let it bang like my shotty Only fuck her if she's workin' on her body And if Ja rule the world, get him Shmurda'd like Bobby Ten-thirty, gettin' dirty, that's Christina in the lobby And nah, this ain't no hobby I swear to God I rock the DJ like Robbie And I need a little yachty, can't swim? Get the boat Take a photo while the Kodak's black Take a moment, let me go right back and let me float right back And six-nine while she sit on this bed And do this all night, trippin' off Red [Interlude: Chillinit & Mickey Kojak] Hang on, hang on, hang on Wh-what? What the fuck are you talkin' 'bout 6ix9ine for, man? Wha–, well, I, well, well Fuck, I wrote this before, like, all that snitch shit Like, I– okay, nah, nah, you're right, you're right, fuck 6ix9ine Uh, public service announcement: he ain't hip hop, fuck that guy Um, keep going with the track We on that Snoop shit now, let's get it back [Verse 2: Chillinit] Snoop 'round and get dogged like a schoolboy do I got the apps, I got the soul, they call me ScHoolboy Q Top dog, the J rockin' while the tune go boom That's premier, girl, star with a gang, I swear it's you-know-who Had a child with Destiny, she's a diva I'm the max, sip the Miller, still got Nike on my sneaker Rollin' buds like Khalifa with the funky cold medina 'Cause the Nikes on my feet keep the cypher complete Rest in peace, yeah, yeah, 'cause the Nikes on my feet Ni-Nikes on my feet keep the cypher complete, rest in peace Uh, I let the song play While I'm out in Cypress or hills, let the bongs blaze Level three thousand, outcast you like I'm André Homie be the smokers, even Ms Jackson got the roses, uh Sick lyricist, sicker with sick lyrics And my syndicate can spit, Nick, Jimmy, the Spit Syndicate Lyrical commissions, I'm the one with the fat blunts So shout out Trem and Brad Strut 'Cause Horrorshow rock the flow Rocky Horror, ride to the death So we ride till there's no rides left Ah, yes, and I only drink draught 'cause I'm biased, B I used to represent Hursty like Bias be I did a quick 360 no scope for the kill shot 'Cause the skill I got is sick like the Kers was And then I'm like, "Head to the Hilltop", the hood's all good Brother, you ain't got this nose that Chill got [Chorus] I was raised on my hip-hop I was raised on my hip-hop I, I was raised on my hip Rai–raised on my hip-hop I was raised on this hip-hop [Outro] Swear to God, bruv, I'm the fuckin' I don't even remember, like, Kool G and the Gang Like that fuckin', "I see a hip-hop, a hippie, a hippie to the–" For all the way up until the shit that just dropped last week What, what dropped? Mickey, what dropped last week? Mickey? Mickey, wake up, what dropped last week? Quick, quick, please hit me Aight, fuck it, some Kanye– So, some Kanye shit dropped last week But ah, hip-hop is life, man, know your shit Shout out the whole fam This a skit track, we just gonna talk it out I ain't even done one of these things yet Where I just talk at the end I do like to talk a lot You can ask Mickey Mickey, do I like to talk a lot? He nodded, he said yes Thank you