Misty

(albüm: Hidden In The Mist - 2013)

I be smoking Kush in a all white castle
Fine ass bitch but she give me a hassle
My music get weird but I'm getting weirder
But I'm still a G so it wouldn't make a different
See I'm the instructor and these niggas just listen
Shouts out to 8-Ball bitch its Space Age Pimping
On the three point clutch bitch I'm Scottie Pippen
Listen to the sounds as you hear the water dripping
Feeling like the moon man
Five blunts in my hand
With' a whole pint of lean fresh from Actavis brand
Niggas try to take my style but they ain't brutal, damn
Chris fucking Travis smoking weed sent from Amsterdam
Fuck is you talking 'bout bitch I go fucking HAM, just to get my bread and I don't need no fucking jam
But I be taxing call me Uncle Sam, for my fam or Mr. "Roll-up a Blunt out of Three Grams"

Still 'bout the city that I'm from, I'm not leaving
But still I gotta watch my fucking back from these demons
A I be on the creep cause you know a nigga chief off that strong ass kush that will make your clothes reek
I be on another level I think I done reached my peak
If I'm hungry as fuck I get high and eat a beat
I got plenty different flows and they all so unique
I got 20 different hoes and they all fine as me, huh
Smoking on this weed and it got me high as fuck
Nah, I ain't paranoid but my brain on a rush
Goddamn, where I'm at?
Goddamn, what the fuck? [*sigh*]
Roll another blunt, bitch I don't give a fuck
Watch me smoke
And watch me choke