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ChillinIT

Legendary

 

Legendary

(Album: Full Circle - 2020)


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 & that's all harmony
She mobbin with the deepest of loving that be bizarre to me
The proof is in the havoc, & [?] 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 [?] could get so dizzy [?]
Lemme inspect ya, Kool G bars & sets & I connect ya
I'm gettin high off the cabbage
So you better take 5 like Jurassic & 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, your corrupted like Nate
I told your bitch to come & puff my J
And we can catch a few Z's when they push me off the tee
Because the kids be cutty, day & night I'm in 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 Schmurda'd like Bobby
10: 30, 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 kodack's black
Take a moment, lemme go right back & lemme float right back
And 69 while she sit on this bed & 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 & get Dogged like a schoolboy do
I got the apps, I got the [?] they call me ScHoolboy Q
Top dog, The G rockin while the tune go boom
That's Premier girl, start 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 [?] Medina
Cause the Nikes on my feet keep the cypher Complete, rest in peace
Yeah yeah, cause the Nikes on my feet, niggaNikes 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
It was 3000, Outkast you like I'm André
Homie be the smokers, even Ms Jackson got the roses, uh
Sick lyricist sicker with sicks lyrics
And my syndicate can spit. Nick Jimmy, the spit syndicate
Lyrical Commission, I'm the one with the fat blunts
So shout out Trem & Brad Strut, cause Horroshow rock the flow
Rocky horroride to the death, so we ride till there's no rides left
Ah yes, & I only drink Drapht, cause I'm Bias, B
I used to represent Hursty like [?]
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 Hoods all good
Brutha, you ain't got the 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

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