MIST
#1TAKE (P110)
[Intro]
Mist, P110, 1 take
Hold tight all my fucking dargs, my apnas & my fucking karlas
Shadow on the beat
Let's fucking get them, yo

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I said the roads them are slippy
And yeah I slipped up
Had me sitting in a cell bruv with no big buds
I was blazing on mamba
And yeah it's different
A crackhead tried throw a punch and got licked up
I'm banged up for Christmas
Film 4 Nine o'Clock, movie is consistent
When I touch road, big mission
Touch Bull Ring splash Sixth I'm official
I could've got locked, for the stickle
Driving got me sitting on my arse for a little
Late night mooching got myself in a pickle
I was stressed out then, more stressed out a little
Life's on a pause, that's the issue
But I'm like stone no tears no tissue
Opposite sex on my mind, it's a mythful
Jail life shitful
Living life like I'm broke yeah I'm in a shithole
Living life like I'm broke yeah I'm in a shithole
Yeah, it's pure pain on the riddim
I'm banged up but it still rains when I'm in here
Pissed off but it won't change when I'm in here
Got me sipping on hooch got me waved when I'm in here like
Yeah, pure pain on the riddim
Banged up but it still rains when I'm in here
Pissed off but it won't change when I'm in here
Got me sipping on hooch got me waved when I'm in here like
Try violate, push your wig back
I caught a little charge, I rid that
My three dargs roll on lions no ridge-back
I was in the pen, with the riff-raffs
Flying down the M6, doing bare zigzags
Helicopter caught me in the garden I was pissed fam
A few months without my baby girl yeah it hit man
Can't make up, for the time, that I missed man
Speaking to my daughter on the phone yeah I miss that
Shit really hit the fucking fan, it's a mishap
Moving in the fast lane, Feds made me sit back
Had to value shit I never valued, real shit fam
Carbs and protein, beans out the tin can
HMP Winson Green where I been at
Ain't smoked dank in a minute, where the trees at?
Squeeze on a pagan aim higher than his knee caps
So much drama in my life, had to recap
B-mum stressing on my line about P's fam
Robbing and thieving, fucking with my feelings
Heard he's got dirty cash yeah, so we cleaned him
Just got the Q of Haze and Goose for the evening
Phoned up Shadow, get the mic, when we meeting?
Soon touch knives you get live on the weekend
Soon touch knives you get live on the weekend
The money don't come easy, it's nothing like the lottery
I trap hard fam I gotta do it properly
I'm getting grown now, have to own a property
Feds have me moving stressed out try locking me
And everywhere I go, haters keep watching me
Copped two trackies, five bills casually
New whip soon move smooth fly Manny, G
Talking 'bout the real life I'm talking 'bout the [?]
Them crops rude boy and the [?]
Talkin' 'bout screech off in the whip with a bag of P's
I bang heat rude boy catch casualties
Everyday n***as gettin' locked to change their salary
Mandem are close, close like family
Hard times had me stressed out probably damaged me
Made me to the G, rudeboy and the man in me
[?] lick down your squad
The party's turned over, far from turn up
Keep calm in a fight rudeboy fuck a run up
You're fucking with fire fam, n***as get bun up
See people that I robbed rudeboy I stick my thumb up
N***as call me Stone Cold girls call me Stunner
Support Man U, but you know, I'm a Gunner
Had many whips, but I walked, for the summer
Had many whips, but I walked, for the summer
[Interlude]
BANG!
All day, wavey
2015 yeah
Yeah, Mist
One take, hold tight all my fucking dargs yeah, yo

[Verse 2]
'Cause you ain't seen me since Swagga Camp
I've been in the trap getting money fam
Slipped up went pen, but its nothin' fam
But on the other hand
Still creeping with the apnas at night with the butty make the suttin' bang
Shut down raves with a couple man
The sticks too big for the pouch bring the duffel bag
I said the sticks too big for the pouch bring the duffel bag

[Outro]
Bring the fuckin' duffel
M-I-S to the fucking T
Hold tight all the fucking mandem
BANG!