[T.R.I.P.]

Paranoid
You can find me lurking in the night
I can feel the mothafuckin evil hunting with scythe 
Someone call my doctor, think I lost my fuckin mind 
If feel this way tomorrow, I promise that you gon die 

If I said I got your back then it’s to the grave 
If I said this pussy fake, we can run the fade 
UAV 7 0 deuce, where I fuckin stay, Ain’t nobody coming to save you
pussies my 9 go bang 

Red dot scoping on yo mothafuckin cranium
Got the 9 milimeter
I’m busting shots like I’m painting ‘em
Fuck it I’m just sick of ‘em
Got the hounds they sicken em’
Burn they fuckin bodies and break they necks just by hangin ‘em

[VAGUE]

Hold up
You sayin Doctor Satan has arrived?
With all that shit you talkin, you will never be revived
I keep on buildin on whatever that is trapped inside
And I will I’ll never find the fucken  truth thats hidden from my eyes
So many people always dark sided on the soul
Lost souls from the graves, they crave just to be a whole

And live again, just a matter of a sin
Just to fuck it up again, and nothin in the mind to make amends
Crossed over dark matter, another name for dark shadows
Walk-in over hard gravel, just to grab the black candles
Light’ em up and pass the samples, ritual to be a vandal
UAV is in my blood and now it showin on my mantle

PARANOID (Prod. EYKEY)

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

Fuck boy what is happening?
Get the fuck out my sight, i’m rolling wit my dragons
And we will end your life, I grab the AK and cock it
It wants to exercise, this shit is jumping
Ain’t no mothafuckin compromise you going to die
Fuck boy what is happening?
Get the fuck out my sight, i’m rolling wit my dragons
And we will end your life, I grab the AK and cock it
It wants to exercise, this shit is jumping
Ain’t no mothafuckin compromise you going to die

[T.R.I.P.]

Straight out the psych ward with a mothafuckin machete
Do not come out doors, i’m an outlaw creepin with a m4
Put the mask on and i’m ready for an all out war
I don’t think these fuckin boys even have a clue
What I’m ready to do, I’ll bring pain to anything that moves
Ill raise hell if I have to, if it means bagging bodies
Then I’m back to the booth with a mad tune

Shots popping off sounding, like a mothafuckin nascar
When I’m coming through
Got the whole gang outside and we mobbin through
Like a fuckin zoo I’m a menace too
Sit the fuck the if you ain’t bout this shit
Throw the gang up if you rep my set
We don’t fuck around with them lame ass kids
Bitch stay in your lane or you’ll wig will get split

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

Fuck boy what is happening?
Get the fuck out my sight, i’m rolling wit my dragons
And we will end your life, I grab the AK and cock it
It wants to exercise, this shit is jumping
Ain’t no mothafuckin compromise you going to die
Fuck boy what is happening?
Get the fuck out my sight, i’m rolling wit my dragons
And we will end your life, I grab the AK and cock it
It wants to exercise, this shit is jumping
Ain’t no mothafuckin compromise you going to die

[VAGUE]

Bet you little bitches wanna brawl now
I'ma keep on goin till you fucken face down
Too much talkin keep yo mothafucken tone down
Better look up instead of just fucken runnin around
All these mothafuckas thinkin they can talk all that shit
But have nothin to prove but got a mouth that don't fit
After awhile man I'm sick of this shit
When the reaper comes to put a fucken end to this shit

And the world is mess
So now my mind is mess
I grew up from the fucken gutter so I'll never confess
And the panic that I feel always up in my chest
I take a couple of xans and I've settled wit less
Be a lesson learned, with the things we earn
More money, more problems it becomes a concern
I wait for the day that, I'm put in a urn
And I thrive in the pay, till it has taken it turn yeah

Single

DRAGONS [Prod. FALLEN]

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

Hit that mothafucka with that
Buckshot, buckshot
Blood is splattered on my clothes
Buckshot, buckshot
Cock it back and let it blow
Buckshot, buckshot
Let them bodies hit the floor
Buckshot, buckshot
Hit that mothafucka with that
Buckshot, buckshot
Blood is splattered on my clothes
Buckshot, buckshot
Cock it back and let it blow
Buckshot, buckshot
Let them bodies hit the floor
Buckshot, buckshot

[T.R.I.P.]

Lately I been feeling spontaneous
If you see me creeping in the night
Cover your esophagus
Catch you bitches lacking
The pistol always be packing, the Uzi spraying sporadic
My whole gang is schizophrenic hoe
Welcome to the zoo, who let the cobra loose?
Catch me spitting fuckin venom at mothafuckas who didn’t move
This your last warning mothafucka, watch yo fuckin mouth
UAV is on the hunt, we taking bodies down and we

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

Hit that mothafucka with that
Buckshot, buckshot
Blood is splattered on my clothes
Buckshot, buckshot
Cock it back and let it blow
Buckshot, buckshot
Let them bodies hit the floor
Buckshot, buckshot
Hit that mothafucka with that
Buckshot, buckshot
Blood is splattered on my clothes
Buckshot, buckshot
Cock it back and let it blow
Buckshot, buckshot
Let them bodies hit the floor
Buckshot, buckshot

[VAGUE]

Bleeding thru my eyes, I see past disguises
Only in the field to heal my demise
All the shit we've seen has been long lie
It's not what you feel, it's been hidden inside

Bunch of rats, we killen 'em off too fast
You've been livin in a dream, that only serves the mass
Attackin all the walls in minds that never fall
And find all the faults that you thought were small
Yeah

BUCKSHOT [Prod. EYKEY]

[T.R.I.P.]

I’m coming back with that dark no fuckin with my gang
Aim is sharp like a marksman, i’ll put one in your brain
All my brothers got my back, and we the wolves that bring you pain
UAV is always looking for another fuckin case
Seeing red, got this bloody vision picturing niggas dead
On the set, talking shit
You going to be swallowing all this lead
Feel the breeze that’s from my bullets that is passing by your head
Feel the evilness that’s through my music speaking from the chest

[SCHIZO]

We got the voodoo 
we packin buku in backpacks
You catchin bullets we brutal 
We droppin bodies like Baghdad
I take it back to beginnings goin mad like it’s Manson
We got the AKs they burstin yo bodies right where they landin
That shit ain’t random can’t fathom my mental state is so twisted 
And I’mma burn with my family cuz we all down with our demons 
Say fuck the Bible and blessings cuz I don’t need yo religion
You take a scripture and twist it until live in a prison 

[VAGUE]

So many of you bitches always scared of the facts
And always taken on advice but never once gave it back
I’ve heard it all, and it’s no excuse
Find the match so I can light the fuse
Nevermind what I got to lose
Build an empire there’s your proof

Hold up, wait
All that shit you sayin is no debate
We rollin with the dead, got machetes in the shed
Grab the homies and the narcs about to be some fucken bloodshed
Just pile it on, fucken lips won’t close until they gone

BLOODSHED (Feat. Schizo)

[HOOK: VAGUE]

You should only judge on what you really see
Instead of hidin blind
And keep guessin what is me?
All you bitches always chasin cause of greed
In the end you finally realize in the dirt we all bleed

[VAGUE]

We all bleed, we all the same
Have different minds, but we share the pain
I know the game, and I know the motives
Rob me and I know who stole it
Grab the Glock and I cock it, I know that’s the end so I stop it
Im not in it for the fucken profit
Open up my mind up, break the locket

Reach inside, take a look inside my mind
Nothin changes when I sleep, only when I plan to rise

Sometimes I wish I could go ghost
And come back, and be intact
And share a toast with all the bros
But life ain’t that simple
It’s filled wit hate, and full of fakes, it’s taken up my real estate
I wanna break, I’m on the move
With the all shit you can relate to

[HOOK]

You should only judge on what you really see
Instead of hidin blind
And keep guessin what is me
All you bitches always chasin cause of greed
In the end you finally realize in the dirt we all bleed

[T.R.I.P]

Yeah, yeah
As I lay my self to sleep, I gave the devil my soul to keep
Watching as the earth unfolds the reaper bouta sweep it clean
Burning flames that’s in my eyes, haunted figures in my dreams
Throwing all this cash and I don’t give a fuck on what’s the fee

What’s the point living if you can’t accept the truth?
What’s the point of acting hard if you ain’t going to shoot?
Invested in myself so I can never lose
If you got a fucking problem you might end up on the news
Yeah
Dial 911, because I’m coming bitch
T.R.I.P. has risen up, do not fucking flinch

GREED [Prod. EYKEY]

[HOOK: VAGUE]

All the pain inside it's just another day
With the panic that is deep inside, it just won't go away
My mental is decaying but it's okay
UAV here to stay until the day we in a grave

All the pain inside it's just another day
With the panic that is deep inside, it just won't go away
My mental is decaying but it's okay
UAV here to stay until the day we in a grave

[VAGUE]

Yeah
Yeah we're lined up for combat
Fuck you mean just to go back?
Mental state on the coat rack
Takes sometime just to know that
When you wanna handle some business pick a time and place
What can go wrong and the feeling strong
Put a 44 in your face

How I deal with my life I ain't really know
Just ignorin all my problems as they show up at my door
It's pilling up in stacks we know that shit as fucken pain
But I know how to hide that shit until I'm fucken grey

[HOOK: VAGUE]

All the pain inside it's just another day
With the panic that is deep inside, it just won't go away
My mental is decaying but it's okay
UAV here to stay until the day we in a grave

All the pain inside it's just another day
With the panic that is deep inside, it just won't go away
My mental is decaying but it's okay
UAV here to stay until the day we in a grave

[T.R.I.P.]

Coming around the mothafuckin block in an all white Benz
Who want gunsmoke?
Got that 9 millimeter and I’m pressing the barrel against your mothafuckin tonsils
And I blow out the back of your throat
Hoe I’m not playing
I’ll leave you decaying the fuck is you sayin?
Ain’t gonna lie I been getting complacent
Trying act hard we know that you faking homie

Walk the talk, mortified I came to fuckin kill you pussies
My fuckin shotgun buckin, I think I’m on to something
You best not make a fuckin sound, UAV will come around just to put you in the ground hoe

THE COLLECTOR

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

I pull up on the murder scene bitch, I’m your nightmare
Im cutting deep and leave you bleeding, we don’t fight fair
I’m with my demons and we feening so just be aware
I’m Posted up inside the mortuary, fuck your god say your prayers
I pull up on the murder scene bitch, I’m your nightmare
Im cutting deep and leave you bleeding, we don’t fight fair
I’m with my demons and we feening so just be aware
I’m Posted up inside the mortuary, fuck your god say your prayers

[T.R.I.P.]

Riding with that blicky
smoking on that sticky
Only killas riding with me
Yo bitch keep saying, please put it in me
I’m insane
Put in work I need a raise
Unaverage Gang you know the name
Always repping till my grave 

I’m with my wolf pack
Running through these rappers like a running back
UAV up in the 4th yea we coming back
Running and gunnin, you ready to die?
Sick of these pussies just wasting my time
Ripping and gripping she jerking my nine 
Fuckin it up  bitch I’m done being nice 

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

I pull up on the murder scene bitch, I’m your nightmare
Im cutting deep and leave you bleeding, we don’t fight fair
I’m with my demons and we feening so just be aware
I’m Posted up inside the mortuary, fuck your god say your prayers
I pull up on the murder scene bitch, I’m your nightmare
Im cutting deep and leave you bleeding, we don’t fight fair
I’m with my demons and we feening so just be aware
I’m Posted up inside the mortuary, fuck your god say your prayers

[VAGUE]

So fuck your god
We’ll never drop
Just a night of villains
Rather lie
Ride or die
See my hoe is chillen
That’s what I thought
You ain’t bouta play the game
The shit we fucken talk about is always in our veins
You ridin with the fucken creatures
Back of the line of our line of features
Never gonna mind cause back is leeches
Always do fine, cause somebody needs us
You leave us
Your life is full of doubt
You’re always fallin deep into your silence
Bitch just leave and cry, go now

MURDA SCENE [Prod. Netuh]

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BETTER THE DEVILS YOU KNOW (Ft. UNAVERAGE GANG) Prod. FALLEN

[VAGUE]

Yeah, aye
Seem like i’m gettin closer to the fucken end of day
Someone take my pain away
I see my family fade away
I be savin everybody else all except my fucken myself
Who the fuck gonna add to life instead of given Hell?

My mind keeps movin
At the pace i’m given
When the fuck does all this pain i’m feelin start healin?
I’m just tryin to live the life that I chose
When in my depressive state
Know i’d rather be left alone  

When your life is at its bottom
Are you gonna pick yourself up try to solve that problem?
You’re only seein a couple roads down
But you’d rather choose to follow
Stead of thinkin bout today you need to think about tomorrow

Why you gonna leave your life to chance?
You’re livin in a trance and in a world with no foundation of any plans
Please just give it to yourself, try to make it out this Hell
Only way you can succeed, give it all and don’t rebel

[T.R.I.P]

I never gave any impressions that I be the type to fold
And I’m never looking back to my past cuz it was a joke 
Now please try tell something that I do not fuckin know 
Pussies on my fuckin dick but they hiding when I approach 
Bitches changing like seasons, for any apparent reason
Walking closer to the gates, as you feel your soul leaving 
Step foot inside my kingdom 
I’m sickin 'em with my demons
Feel the evil getting closer now there ain’t no way of leaving 

It’s the Plague 
Taking toll upon us everyday 
Tryin to fight off mental sickness, only so much we can take right 
Let me find out anybody in my way
Promise you gon get bullet punctured right throughout your brain right 

Falling straight into the money
All these rappers looking funny 
Corny mothafuckas acting edgy, dressin like they bummy
On purpose belong in hearses Uav is always working late nights
Here’s a toast for those confiding in the serpent

NIGHT TERROR [Prod. EYKEY]

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

Taking a couple steps back, back when i would tie the noose
Now they see me on the news with that choppa that’s bustin loose
Are you bout it? Tell me are you bout it 
Are you bout? Tell me are you bout it? 

And if they keep on acting shady, that when we don’t trust again
Just unload that fuckin rage and make them pussies pay for that
Are you bout it? Tell me are you bout it 
Are you bout? Tell me are you bout it? 

[VAGUE]

Surrounded by the voices that are talkin’ in my head
Man I wake up all the time, really thinkin that I might be dead
Dealin with the stress, and you dealin with your fucken life
The reason that we do it, so that we fucken feel alive

All we see is play, but you can’t seem to find rewind
Hate the fact that fixin’ fuck-ups, always gonna take some time
Matter of fact, that your memories forever last
The Devil diggin’ deeper
Hopin he can bring up darker pasts

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

Taking a couple steps back, back when i would tie the noose
Now they see me on the news with that choppa that’s bustin loose
Are you bout it? Tell me are you bout it 
Are you bout? Tell me are you bout it? 

And if they keep on acting shady, that when we don’t trust again
Just unload that fuckin rage and make them pussies pay for that
Are you bout it? Tell me are you bout it 
Are you bout? Tell me are you bout it? 

[T.R.I.P.]

I live a fast life, never on that slow paced shit
In my space ship doing donuts middle fingers to the masons 
Yea you mothafuckaz said that we’d never make it
Now i’m sitting back smoking like i’m on vacation Bitch

Staying low cuz you never know 
Plenty haters sitting back praying that u fold 
Watch these so called  “homies” all turn into hoes
Never get too comfortable stay up on your toes

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

Taking a couple steps back, back when i would tie the noose
Now they see me on the news with that choppa that’s bustin loose
Are you bout it? Tell me are you bout it 
Are you bout? Tell me are you bout it? 

And if they keep on acting shady, that when we don’t trust again
Just unload that fuckin rage and make them pussies pay for that
Are you bout it? Tell me are you bout it 
Are you bout? Tell me are you bout it?

BOUT IT [Prod. FALLEN]

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