[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