Pity Case

TWISTED VISIONS

SEPPUKU (You'll Be Mine)

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STUPID TIGHT

Aint Nothin

AINT NOTHIN

had this one unreleased for a min!
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LYRICS:
can’t smoke wit us
dis a VIP session homie
blunt after blunt
i be tokin like im in a hurry 
solo dolo
full of mojo 
foreign sailor 
stackin money
got beef? 
well
roll sum onion honey 
everyday i keep my head up
kickin it 
doin me
keep it playa 
fuck a hater 
keep it down 
see ya later 
stoned cold slaya
chillin in the himalayas 
all by myself 
need no one
roll sum hay up

can’t get this god damn monkey off my back 
waking up everyday 
fulla hate n fulla wrath 
forced to get creative bout my craft 
n to write my raps
hang up 
block the number 
forget bout dat bitch 
my time is now 
n u ain’t apart of it
pimp walkin in the night 
bud n beer to get me right 
keep on tryna hit my line 
i might just fly to somewhere nice

FOREIGN SAILOR (PROD. JAEM BEATZ)

In this bih, no thinking, just movement..

Loud beat, empty head, world spinning in this bihhh!

No opinions matter, no pauses, no brakes, in this bihhh!

Live in the moment, go wild, repeat in this bihhhhh!

- B R I Z I L

In This Bih

LYRICS:

(Terror Reid & Pouya)

Man, wassup?
It's Terror Reid, Pouya (Yuh, bitch)
408, 305
Coast-to-coast, you know how the fuck we ride

[Terror Reid]
I was born with the mind of a madman
Understand Terror pushin' dust like a fan
Goddamn you just found out that I'm the man? where you been at?
I get more head than a snapback cap
It's been like that since way before we bounced back
We snatching diamonds out the glass and we sell 'em right back
Fuck around and get jacked, nah, you can't have it back
The vanilla villain, always keep his train on the tracks
So gimme da cheese, hit the flo, Reid all up in ya hoe
Bust the four-five, nosedive, you ain't make it out the doe
Now we standing toe-to-toe, but I can't stand a filthy hoe
You ain't about this life so check yoself and get ghost
Oh, he ain't know?
I curl hoes toes with my flavor blasted flows
About enough dough to make a ocean explode
This ain't a joke, I ain't a TV show host
With the 305, demon doin' the most
And while we on the subject, you fuckin' with a suspect
He frontin' that we know that we fuck 'em up in public
He probably off that Prozac, swingin' from my ballsack
Just got the .9 shined, bitch made, and you don't want that
You can't rap like me, mofucka, I just started
Comin' to clean it up like Wahlberg in The Departed
So lemme pass it off to the OG trendsetta
Microphone shredda (Yuh), y'all mothafuckas betta (Yuh)

[Pouya & Terror Reid]
Follow me, follow me (Follow me)
I can show you everything you was supposed to see
Like ya family in the sea with they feet all in concrete, bitch
Grab yo' daddy's gun and come with me
(Grab yo' daddy's gun and come with me)
Follow me, follow me
I could show you everythang you was supposed to see
Like a million in cash, grab the cheddar, betta wear a mask
Outlaws in the cut, we 'bout to burn yo' ass

[Pouya]
You don't want me to bring it back to my old ways
It's always my way, baby, all-day
It's my day today, I'm playin' with the AK (Brr, brr)
Got the .40 clappin' broad day like "A Bay Bay" (A Bay Bay)
I'm feelin' myself, forty thousand on the felt
I gotta problem, can somebody give me help?
Better yet a belt, see me hangin' from my ceiling fan
No, I can't be yo Superman 'cause I can't save myself
Baby Bone got a bone to pick with rappers thinkin' they slick
They quick to lick the dick, they jumpin' ship-to-ship, no loyalty
Money, money, money, yeah, the root of evil
Got me jumping over backwards like Evel Knievel
Let me die like Elvis, where I feel my safest
I just pray the opposition don't find where the safe is
My bitches don't get fed until they bring me bread
How many rappers in my city really want me dead?
Hate turnin' to jealousy, then it turn into bullets
I look my enemy in the eye, yelling "Pussy, just pull it"
You 'bout that? I doubt that, I took yo baby mama straight to outback
And blew her fuckin' back out, I'm 'bout that

[Pouya & Terror Reid]
Follow me, follow me (Follow me)
I can show you everything you was supposed to see
Like ya family in the sea with they feet all in concrete, bitch
Grab yo' daddy's gun and come with me
Follow me, follow me
I could show you everythang you was supposed to see
Like a million in cash, grab the cheddar, betta wear a mask
Outlaws in the cut, we 'bout to burn yo' ass

(Terror Reid)
Uh, yo, HOT VODKA
Pouya, Reid
In this bitch, uh

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