Venna & Knucks - Misty Lyrics

Part I[Intro]Yo[Chorus]The quick witty, slick drippy, hip with the city kidsSilly rich ain't he? Can trial you for fifty quidLit his spliff, can he live? Chicks tryna give me pickneyRisky, risky, my eyes on misty[Verse]The lengths I would go and protectin' my soul knows no boundsDents in the road shook the whole crowdI bought a stone foundation and a stone houseSo if it goes down, the shit's floodin' in then I won't drownThey low down, doin' shit I've grown out ofNo doubter, raw sixth floor, Alpha HouserAlways 'round about, I had a pole down my trouser legOnly for if mandem move awkwardly when I'm out the endsBut that depends, I'm tryna blow your back as friendsOff again, smash again, that's your friend? AccidentActions tend to cause a reaction 'cause I'm passionateThey ain't tryna ration it, layin' in the gas they litTrained to be passive in the passa, man are pacifistBut pack a fist punch, knuckle sandwich and a bag of chipsPraised as a myth, young legend and the catalystBut know that who they brand could be the baddest but ain't matchin' with the-[Chorus]The quick witty, slick drippy, hip with the city kidsSilly rich ain't he? Can trial you for fifty quidLit his spliff, can he live? Chicks tryna give me pickneyRisky, risky, my eyes on mistyThe quick witty, slick drippy, hip with the city kidsSilly rich ain't he? Can trial you for fifty quidLit his spliff, can he live? Chicks tryna give me pickneyRisky, risky, my eyes on mistyPart II[Intro]Ooh, oh-do-do-doYeah, oh-ohHey, hey, ohOoh-oh-oohOh yeah-yeah-yeahYeah, uh[Verse]They say his flow butter, play it all summerSnap a picture with your sister have you sayin' "Oh brother"His wrist go "Bling", what, this old thing?Trench coat to hide his waist incase the tip pokin'Fred Flintstones, wherever he been stones flingIn the dark like a glass house or window tintsHe best flow, all he know is sink or swimGrab it from the middleman, and I ain't seen both sinceHe leaves no prints, but leaves with the princessesBig chests, pink dresses, we ain't speakin' inglesNights out in west, FaceTime me on the speaker phoneI don't like to speak with man around me, but to each their ownI reach the zone, they crawled around me like they Jesus homeWalkin' on the waves, tauntin' all they faceHad my portion in the painNow the "Pagne" we got have "Cham's" in itStill ain't escape, because I stay mindin' my damn businessKnucks[Outro]Ooh, heyOoh