Lyrics to Legendary
Hmm
Haha
Whoo
Haha
Ladies & 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
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
Mick: Hang on Hang on
Chill: Wh-what?
Mick: What the fuck're you talkin bout 6ix9ine for, man?
Chill: 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 gonna stoop shit now, let's get it back
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
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
Swear to God bruv, I'm the fuckin
I don't even remember like, Kool G & 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 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 skitz 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, do I like to talk a lot
He nodded, he said yes
Thank you
Haha
Whoo
Haha
Ladies & 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
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
Mick: Hang on Hang on
Chill: Wh-what?
Mick: What the fuck're you talkin bout 6ix9ine for, man?
Chill: 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 gonna stoop shit now, let's get it back
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
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
Swear to God bruv, I'm the fuckin
I don't even remember like, Kool G & 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 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 skitz 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, do I like to talk a lot
He nodded, he said yes
Thank you
