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

They just want the fame, let’s just keep it real
This Unaverage Gang we say fuck a deal
Sick of all these rappers, sayin the run the field 
Keep on talking funny, you going to get your cap peeled
I was to born kill 
I was to born kill
I was born to kill
One shit done deal
I was to born kill 
I was to born kill
I was born to kill
One shit done deal

[T.R.I.P.]

Everybody grab they glock
let that mothafucka pop
Still scream fuck a cop
Middle fingers up
We don’t give a fuck about a pussy talking
But he ducking
Bitch you fuckin lucky
Cause you nothing
bitch I leave you gushing
Leaking, hope you fuckin suffer 
Shit
I’m staring death right in the fucking face 
Bloody Bloody Mary come and take me out this place 
I’ve had enough
Seen enough of fuck boys act so fake 
World is gone to shit, open the fucking gates

[VAGUE]

You gonna open up them gates
The world is toxic hoe
And always feelin like my mind Is overbearin
No?
Drugs, violence, murders
Body bags up in the scene
You grew up in the fucken shadows
Cause that’s all you seen
You try to get away
And make new memories
Until you look up in the mirror
And all you see is an enemy
But you can’t escape
The mind is never fake
Gotta go through hell and back just to get a taste

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

They just want the fame, let’s just keep it real
This Unaverage Gang we say fuck a deal
Sick of all these rappers, sayin the run the field 
Keep on talking funny, you going to get your cap peeled
I was to born kill 
I was to born kill
I was born to kill
One shit done deal
I was to born kill 
I was to born kill
I was born to kill
One shit done deal

Obscura

Fuck a Deal

Fuck a Deal [Prod. Fallen]

[VAGUE]

Cannibalistic murder
Many of the things you’ve heard of
Gotta find the line, to gettin it back
It never diverted
Diggin ‘em up, and given a fuck
Sounds just like a burden
Couldn’t decide, to make it right
Because my life is so inverted
Get the fuck back
Bet you never see me comin
Got the fucken blood stained bat
Bitch I’ll have you fucken runnin
Down the street
To feel defeat
Lookin for death to get you peace
Hidin another dead body
under white stained sheets
It’s the renegade
Hope you feel the pain
So we feel the same 
Fuck off
All the bullshit that you talkin
Never seems to drop off
Watch your fucken back
So don’t be slippin
Get yo ass caught
Just to top off
It’ll never stop

[T.R.I.P.]

Catch 'em at the red light
With that red beam
Bet I’ll make your heart stop
Pussy don’t scream
I don’t fuck with any of these rappers in the scene
All of them be capping
And be faking that they fiends 
How you saying that you running shit
But I ain’t heard of you
Told the devil save a spot
I got a body coming soon
Got that glock
And the bass jumping like a fuckin zoo 
I love the violence
Bring the riots what the fuck it do?
Put you out of all your misery
I’ll knock your lights out 
Don’t give a fuck about the fame, or the damn clout 
Fuckin clowns in the scene, with they hands out 
Screaming bloody murder, when I gun your ass down 
With a rifle come and meet your mothafuckin idol
Talkin all that shit
Got me feeling homicidal 
Wrapping the rope around your neck
And hang you like a title bitch
I’m tired fuckin with ya on this beat
I’m going psycho 
Bones cracking every time they hear this from the grave 
Came up straight from nothing,
What the fuck you gotta say?
Any time you move your lips
It always has my name 
Stay inside your lane
Them hallow tips gon hit your brain

[VAGUE]

Hit your brain
As I thinkin that I’m overloaded
Goin thru some shit
It’s hard to fucken stay devoted
It’s just a pass, not a phase
I been taken notice
Even on death bed
Go and grab the lotus
Surrounded by death
Surrounded by dark
Where the fuck do I begin?
If you keep losin the start
I’m pretty fucken good
At hidin it and playin the part
As I’m spillin out my guts
And then callin it art
What’s the purpose just to bring war?
Is it only just to die more?
Cause I open up the pits
So I can dive in to hell
Watch as the fire rises
So masses can tell
Yeah

Lotus

[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



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