Psyho (Intro)

[T.R.I.P.]

Get a grip
UAV be running this shit
Couple hounds, 100 rounds
Aint no reloading the clip
Jack Sparrow in this bitch
The way I’m sinking they ship
Yeah i'm taking mothafuckas down
So don’t even trip yuh
Pussy better pray
I’m coming to your place
Strapped up, with a mothafuckin hand grenade 
I’m going insane
And murders the case
If I see another pussy
Ima dig him his grave yuh
Tiny Tim the way I tip toe
Throw that pussy mothafucka out the window 
Fuck wit me
I’ll bag your body in the aristo 
Got a Chromed shotty like lotti dotti
You lookin like a scarecrow
Tried to tell you
I’m not the one you wanna fuck with 
You follow every trend
And always trying to suck dick
Your in the back trying to find yourself a substance 
Im the reason you ain’t breathing
Better run bitch 

[VAGUE]

All set from the lines
And the minds so critical
I’m imprintin the thoughts
And it’s subliminal
Diggin up the demons
That’s surrounded in dark
And it’s imbedded in heart
You feel it, rippin apart
Get familiar with the smell
And the face of decay
Passed out, blacked out
Passed away
As i’m last in the circle
From the cast of rain
I’m the lone survivor
Huntin down all the prey
Give into feelin, avoided livin it up
You’re not
Taken all the rounds
Only ticken it up
And all these pussies all around
Cause the world had been stuck
Nasty Only fans bitches always fast to fuck
So get crossed out
Sayin all the things that i’m leavin out
All the bad decisions are always passed down
You can’t blame the truth
So you can lash out
Keep provin the point
It only brings doubt

Obscura

Tip Toe

Tip Toe [Prod. Netuh]

[T.R.I.P.]

Yeah
Inside my soul
I don’t feel right
What’s it going to take to love life?
Feeling stuck and trapped at the red light 
Lately I been hurting
But I bet you don’t realize 
Take me back as a kid on my damn bike
Days are over so quick that shit flew by 
Reminiscing all the good and the bad times
Now my family went their separate ways
Guess that’s just life 
I never been good at saying how I feel
If I look like a bitch
I’m just keeping it real 
Life got a little better
When we finally hit a mill
Now it seems like my motivation going down a hill
Maybe dreams are just made of luck 
Maybe life just wants you to drop
All this time just tics and it toks
And it don’t stop
Even when we mothafuckin rot 

[VAGUE]

Back then never made it to role call
The stand off with another plan that won’t fall
Forget that
Only tryna find myself
Living with the pain
And never wanted help
Oh no
See im fallin below
It’s only 1 step
Turnin off the phone
I see there's 2 left, that can cast a stone
And one is me, cause I’m stuck alone
Many days that I allow to fly by
I try to get it back
I’m sick home life
There’s many fucken things I lack
I’m all eyes
Miss playin in the dirt
Those days have gone by
With each step feels like a threat
You try to do right
But it gives you strep
And all you wanna do is move along
As you bang your head
From all the wrongs

Red Light

Red Light [Prod. Zyller x Northeast Lights]

[VAGUE]

Yeah
Like shattered glass
Have a feelin that you lost count
On the sidelines waitin
Like a fucken scout
Why you movin forward, just to hit the breaks?
Like ya peakin in a window
Of a dead man’s place
Always tryin to take your face off
I’m an embodiment
Of what you fucken chased off
See I’ve risen from the morgue
A demon lookin for more
Not tryin to start the fight
But ill surely end the war
Overdosin judgin by the case
Many people out here
Like they have a life to waste
Shout out to the pussies
All y’all need to be erased
Don’t be blamin me
Cause you got them dog shit traits
Always chimin in
Get the fuck up out my sight
You tryin ride, I’ll pull it out
If you wanna bite
Why you waitin for the gas to ignite?
And excite
Then pass it off like it’s all alright
You know that I know
That’s why you brought it up again
To make yourself known
You know that I know
It’s just talk, you creepin
In the land of crows

[T.R.I.P.]

I wanna kill 'em all 
The doctor told me not to get involved
Trippy lost his mind and bouta set it off
Emitz shining like a disco ball
Mothafuckas dropping in the coffin
When the devil giving me that call
Push me to limit bitch
I’m bout to fuckin break 
I’m sweeping rappers up
Somebody hand me the rake 
Night, night
UAV bouta bite
Something slight
When the hounds pull up
And end your fucking life
I’m on mission for another milli
I’m killing everybody
Never gave a fuck about what song they feelin
T.R.I.P. is coming out the cemetery
Let’s play a game of hide and seek
And when I find you ima slice you gently
Straight jacket, rappers that i’m hacking
Sick of mothafuckas talkin and they always yappin
Never go and put in work, instead they keep on napping
UAV gon keep on grinding while we overlapppin 'em



Shattered Glass [Prod. Zyller]

[HOOK: T.R.I.P.]

U to the N to the A to the V
E to the R to the A.G.E.
H to the O to the M.I.C.
I to the D to the E
U to the N to the A to the V
E to the R to the A.G.E.
H to the O to the M.I.C.
I to the D to the E

[VAGUE]

Fuck up out my way
I’ll never chill in a grave
Let’s try to talk about 
The lames, cause it drives me insane
You got a feelin
That your mind is always trapped and enslaved
Look she forgot about bodies
Cause she trackin the fame
It only takes one look
I’m divin into hell in spite
Do you feel like you’re dyin tonight?
Many of you
Never could ever pass the fright
So you hide down low
So you can wait out the fight
Veins always feelin like a great mistake
And everybody like to watch
Cause they hopin you fade
But then you crawling back and
Lookin for attention you crave
You forgot about the miles
That you put upon me
When my minds always spinnin
I’ve been lost in a cave
People wanna be friends
Just as long as it pays
Take a look at my face
Is it telling my ways?
Got a bottle full of liquor
For the final days

[HOOK: T.R.I.P.]

U to the N to the A to the V
E to the R to the A.G.E.
H to the O to the M.I.C.
I to the D to the E
U to the N to the A to the V
E to the R to the A.G.E.
H to the O to the M.I.C.
I to the D to the E

[T.R.I.P.]

This Unaverage Homicide
Middle fingers to the sky
Load up all the magazines
Mothafuckas gonna die
Choppa loaded up
I’m spraying from the fuckin hip
I bet your bitch
Just want another dick
These hoes just make me sick 
I’m craving violence tonight
Bitch it’s on sight 
I’m creeping up in the moonlight
You gon die 
Unaverage Gang gonna bring back
That dark side
The devil told me to grip tight my 45 
Mothafuckas switching up
Way before the fame 
Gotta wake up go and get it
Everyday until the grave 
Got no time for playing games
Tryin to make it with my gang 
Pussy what you gonna say
When you see us on the stage?
Couple of demons out the crypt
Trying to hit a fuckin lick
Creeping around corner
Never a gave a fuck about a bitch 
Pick ‘em up and drop ‘em in the coffin
For the fuck of it 
Young T.R.I.P. from the crypt
Takin all they shit

Unaverage Homicide

Unaverage Homicide [Prod. Zyller x Zepelin]

Grayness

[VAGUE]

Closed locks
And I’m trying to find a way to escape
Your surrounded by the truth
But I can’t relate
Emotions lost, where’d it go
When the world is fucked
Always asking on myself
if I’ve given up
Bottle on my left
Pills on the right
Tryin to do everything I can
Just to end the night
Yeah
As it fades into the light
Many days, got away and it’s not alright
Nothin changes, only stays
Till you find the node
Only thing I fucken see, is an empty note
And even with the friends I got
I still feel alone
What the fuck do I gotta fix
Just to feel at home?
Subtle minds, all in line
Waiting for their labels
I’m tryin to work my way out
Just to breathe a little
Am I livin just to suffocate?
Even on my death bed
I will have to pay

[T.R.I.P.]

Yeah
Time is slipping by
Feels like it’s moving too fast
Hope it slows down, so I can finally relax
Life is hard and unpredictable like any crash
Hanging by a thread
Soon it will finally snap
Every day is a living struggle
Inside of my mind
I keep it pushing for my family
For them I would die
It’s hard to pin point the problems
That I hold deep inside
I hope that one day
I can I finally accept there is light
Past traumas always haunt us
Friends are meant stab you in the back and be dishonest
Family supposed to be there for you
When your at the lowest
Don’t put your faith in no one
So you can’t end up broken
Yeah
It’s truly kills me, that I feel this way
Sadly I feel like it’s way too late
My mental suffers and it suffocates
Don’t try and change your ways
When someone’s finally passing away

Nevermind

Nevermind [Prod. Zyller]

[VAGUE]

Don’t be dyin in my line up
Its the people that defines gore
Pushin all the limits
Yeah
I got the fucken mind for it
Cut the shit
You lost your life
And all because you wanted more
So I'll keep on fucken fighting
Cause I love the war
Fuck this shit
Im not just here for the taste
With the blood that be drippen down
I know what it takes
If you’re feeling like a failure
Well
That’s not my problem
You already did the fucken damage
When you brung narcotics
The evil lookin for a shill
Who can make a better deal
Find the weak
All alone it’s the one to be revealed
And you get that fucken feelin
that you cannot hide
It’s only time that you’ll die
In this life
And it’s Justified

[T.R.I.P.]

Caught me flexing, moving weights like i’m Pablo
White chalk up on the pavement, like Picasso
Talking shit like you hard
But you not though
Fuck a hater
I’m just focused on that guapo
I had a feeling in my gut
You're a hatin bitch
Who let them dogs out?
Like i’m Michael Vick
Shooting with precision
Feeling like i’m John Wick
Tatted head to toe
Got 'em thinking, i’m a convict
Told my bro let’s lock in
Put the nails inside the coffin
All of y'all must of forgotten
Took a break but we ain’t stoppin
Hounds up on the loose
Grab a rope and tie the noose
Rappers thinking that they cool
But they scared to tell the truth


Buried in Silence

Buried in Silence [Prod. Zyller x Zepelin]

[HOOK: T.R.I.P.]

Look
I be putting in work
Big body swerving
Like I just popped a perc
Lazy mothafuckas always getting on my nerves
Stomp a pussy out
Make his mouth bite the curb
Gotta tell 'em like
I be putting work
I be putting in
I be putting in work
I be putting in
I be putting in work
I be putting in
I be putting in work
Gotta tell 'em like

[T.R.I.P.]

I be putting in work
Mothafuckas got it twisted
I been killin since birth
Let a mothafucka test me
Watch that pussy get murked
Tryna ride my wave
But ya'll staying on the turf
Aye
Cold case murderer
Spitting i’m getting cynical
Bouta level up
Mothafuckas call me the general
Flatline repping
I’m mobbin around your area
If you gotta problem
We’ll grab a shovel and bury ya
Lay low cause you fucking with the dogs now
UAV filled with killas at the compound
Work wheels on the whip
Boy we up now
UAV to the grave, say it out loud
Spinning on these emitz
And now yo bitch up on my dick
I’m getting silly in this bitch
They all just mad i’m getting rich
Kill for fun, getting funds
Get that money up
T.R.I.P. is going dumb
What the fuck?
Bitch you better run

[VAGUE]

Blood in my veins
All black like a venom drip
Demons in my head
Even when the silence hits
Shadow in the rearview and it’s talkin shit
And I’m always hearin noise
Mind full of static
Not to panic its dramatic
To employ
Lackin all the feelings to enjoy
I find the things to destroy
People always stuck
Like they knotted up corduroy
Lookin down like they baptized by the void
They try to shake it off
Like a fucken Polaroid
Damn
I’m givin to much to be annoyed
We ain’t gotta sell our souls
Just to put together
Not headed to hell, we just in bad weather
And I carry this pain
And turn it into pressure
But my soul as dark
Like i’m in black leather
Concrete steppin, Flatline what I’m reppin
Noose ties heavy, got the reaper in my section
All these pussies
Never gonna learn they lesson
Turnin weapons on the side to confessions
Soul stitched it’s like it’s bein torn
Didn’t have mourn for life that wasn’t born
I just can’t think, I’m walkin in a corpse
I’ve been at the edge and laughin like I want more

[HOOK: T.R.I.P.]

Look
I be putting in work
Big body swerving
Like I just popped a perc
Lazy mothafuckas always getting on my nerves
Stomp a pussy out
Make his mouth bite the curb
Gotta tell 'em like
I be putting work
I be putting in
I be putting in work
I be putting in
I be putting in work
I be putting in
I be putting in work
Gotta tell 'em like


Flatline

Flatline [Prod. Zyller x Zepelin]

[HOOK: VAGUE]

Just another kickback
And go ridin with the folks
As we mobbin in the numbers
Confidin life on the road
You have to face facts
The test of what you know
Make incisions on decisions
It keeps goin back and forth
Just another kickback
And go ridin with the folks
As we mobbin in the numbers
Confidin life on the road
You have to face facts
The test of what you know
Make incisions on decisions
It keeps goin back and forth

[VAGUE]

Back and forth and it’s all gone
Deep thoughts
In the dark, when you alone
Keep thinking bad
Cause it’s all wrong
My grip gettin loose
As I’m holdin on
Is that what we can call life?
And it’s surrounded by lies
Watchin the tragic demise
The plague is bleedin thru eyes
You know
You know that the pain never dies
Buried beneath, a very thin disguise
Truth cuttin sharper than all my knives
Still echos and it’s floodin our lives
Thoughts keep circlin, they drag me along
When I’m up, cause it’s all night long
Shadows on the wall, where my hope once shown
Carryin the scars, that will never be known

[HOOK: VAGUE]

Just another kickback
And go ridin with the folks
As we mobbin in the numbers
Confiding life on the road
You have to face facts
The test of what you know
Make incisions on decisions
It keeps goin back and forth
Just another kickback
And go ridin with the folks
As we mobbin in the numbers
Confiding life on the road
You have to face facts
The test of what you know
Make incisions on decisions
It keeps goin back and forth

[T.R.I.P.]

Yeah, I gotta bone to pick
Fake mothafuckas, all around make me sick
UAV built this shit, brick by brick
Can’t make it in this game without some grit
Uh
Been a long ass time, going down that road
Been a long ass time, since I’ve felt that low
Now we up with the fam, that’s built like a cult
No chains untamed, underground’s my home
No, I do not plan to go ghost
I'm mobbin low with my folks
And for my fam, I'm Psycho
And thats the same for my bro
If you don’t like me no more
You’ll have to deal with it hoe
It’s UAV till I’m gone, ha ha

Psyho (Intro)

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