Misty lyrics

[Produced by: DSavageBeats]

[Verse 1: Chris Travis]
I be smoking Kush in a all white castle
Fine ass b*tch but she give me a hassle
My music get weird and I'm getting weirder
But I'm still a G so it wouldn't make a difference
See I'm the instructor and these n*ggas just listen
Shouts out to 8-Ball b*tch its Space Age Pimpin'
On the three point clutch b*tch I'm Scottie Pippen
Listen to the sounds as you hear the water drippin'
Feeling like the moon man
Five blunts in my hand
Wit' a whole pint of lean fresh from Actavis brand
n*ggas try to take my style but they ain't brutal, damn
Chris f*cking Travis smoking weed sent from Amsterdam
f*ck is you talking 'bout b*tch I go f*ckin' HAM, just to get my bread and I don't need no f*ckin' jam
But I be taxing call me Uncle Sam, for my fam or Mr. "Roll-up one Blunt out of Three Grams"

[Verse 2: Chris Travis]
Still 'bout the city that I'm from, I'm not leaving
But still I gotta watch my f*ckin' back from these demons
And I be on the creep cause you know a n*gga 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 f*ck 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 f*ck
Nah, I ain't paranoid but my brain on a rush
Goddamn, where I'm at?
Goddamn, what the f*ck? (sigh)
Roll another blunt, b*tch I don't give a f*ck
Watch me smoke
And watch me choke