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

Bitch made mothafuckas need a take a nap
They delirious cuz all they do is cap
Say they running shit but I ain’t seen it yet 
Demons riding with me asking where they at?!
Where they at?
Where they at?
Pussies hiding cuz they know they gon get clapped up
Where they at?
Where they at?
They only talking shit when they running in packs

[T.R.I.P.]

You might end up in a hearse
I’m burning down your church,
Pull up with them hallows points
And puttin holes all up in yo shirt 
Fuck boys all gunna get merked
I’m shooting like I’m Dirk
Put your body in the dirt 
Making money from every verse
I don’t give a fuck about a bitch
I need a paycheck 
Never got a hand out
And sure don’t fuck with that fake shit
Gripping on my Glock 17 spraying up the function
Fuck boys always bluffing
You Better get to ducking mothafucka

[VAGUE]

You know this shit would never work out
You fuck me once, you got me fucked up on a payout
Cause you been creepin on some shit
You should of stayed out
But the warning signs were there
You didn’t listen, didn’t pay attention
Now you in a grave
Sometimes you gotta roll with all the shit you fucken say
You can’t come comeback, while holdin rats
And the hopes to stay
But I been waiting for your ass, for a face to break
So fuck you and your wishes bitch
cause I’m not okay

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

Bitch made mothafuckas need a take a nap
They delirious cuz all they do is cap
Say they running shit but I ain’t seen it yet 
Demons riding with me asking where they at?!
Where they at?
Where they at?
Pussies hiding cuz they know they gon get clapped up
Where they at?
Where they at?
They only talking shit when they running in packs

REAP WHAT YOU SOW

WHERE THEY AT! [Prod. ROOSEVELT]

[T.R.I.P.]

I got a succubus she a bad ass bitch
Yea, never catch me lacking cuz I’m on shit
If I come up big then so does my clique
UAV the gang till I end up in the ditch 
Mothafuckas claiming know us 
If you want the smoke you can pull up
And catch the fade bruh
Riding with the devil on my side 
Knock knock T.R.I.P. is here to take your life
Swerving off in a Skyline matte black coupe
If I was in your shoes
Damn I’d be mad too
Empty out these mothafuckin bullets at your brain
Lately I been going insane
So just stay in your lane
Fuck boy you don’t really smoke 
Come close you can get the 44
Fuck around you gone catch yourself finding out
Fuckin with the reaper you pussies gon end up in the ground 

[VAGUE]

Lemme tell you what I’ve seen
And it’s all spite
Givin in and thinkin deeper
But you lose sight
Give a fuck
I’m thinkin clearer 
Just to be right
Many differences
Don’t act like we the same
Preachin all your bullshit
Stop, cause it’s lame
I wonder how these mothafuckas gonna get thru life
It’s not hard
But you gotta try to it keep right
A soft heart is bringin you down
To lose a fight
And startin shit with everybody
Just to get a bite
Whatcha willing to lose?
Just another motherfucker here abusin the booze
Don’t be comin at me like you got me caught on the news
And Hey Stan
I don’t wanna be holdin your hand
Its a rat race, in a rat chase
Get the fuck outta my place
Cause you can’t lace
And we beat you to it
No excuses
Cause a lot of people goin thru it
This is just a little taste
If you wanna do it

SUCCUBUS [Prod. ANTCATY]

[SCHIZO]

No Bible
I’ve been bad from the beginnin
Talkin human sacrifices only righteous way of livin
It’s the
Whole gang hounds ride in a black hurst 
Bodies in the back
Wwe don’t talk pull the strap first 
Y’all don’t want the smoke with me
Talking for the weakest sheeps
I’m a fuckin hound
And we devour all the weakest links 
We don’t fuck with trends
I'm sayin fuck you to the industry 
We comin with that devil shit
A triple sixin trilogy 

[T.R.I.P.]

Season of the sick
This that wicked shit that is coming quick 
9 up on my hip
I unleash it then I’m splitting wigs 
I’m bringing terror
I don’t give a fuck bitch who yo wit
This the devils playground
So buckle up hoe we in this bitch 
Open up your mind
And feel the presence of the mothafuckin beast 
When you cannot sleep
Just look up and then pray to UAV 
We’re the serpants and the creatures of land right underneath 
Fuck you pussies we gone gut you up
And eat yo fuckin spleen 
Psych ward killa shit
You bustas know right where I’m at 
I’m posted up in location 666 on the map
Fuck your feelings and fuck your homies
Yea, it’s like that 
Hauling bodies in a hearse while we collecting tags 

[VAGUE]

Feelin like there’s many minds on a stop
You thinkin that your time is comin
Homie that’s the plot
Sickness on the mental
All the patience it’s a prob
And you try to kill the fiend
Remindin you that I’m a god
Oh shit
Devil risin from the pit
Lookin thru my fucken eyes
Can you see this shit?
Stop
Why do all the bitches wanna fold?
If you really wanna do it then you might as well go
Or drop it
If I gave a fuck
Look at all the fakers now
Gotta really take some time to see who the homies now
Shotgun to the liars and the fakes
And I’m takin off they mask
You can’t hide behind the face

SEASON OF THE SICK (Feat. Schizo) [Prod. GREY]

[HOOK: VAGUE]

I know that shit won’t let you go
left alone
Just let me go
I hear that time has stopped before
Rest my soul
Then again
I know that shit won’t let you go
left alone
Just let me go
I hear that time has stopped before
Rest my soul
Then again

[VAGUE]

Yeah
Then again it’s always hard to keep my mind straight
Give a fuck about a bitch
Its just long break
Keep on talkin all that shit until it falls down
I’ll be here to hold it down
Sick of all they run arounds
All the shit you say is false, I fucken wonder
You gon end up in a ditch
and that’s fine I’ll put em’ under
On the shoulder, I’ll finally take it off the mind
It takes two to fly straight
Castin out the hooks, and took the fucken bait
It doesn’t matter what the world has to show
As long as everybody gettin by from their lows
Never minded all the fuck ups, taken time just to know
and Im always diggin deeper from the mind to soul

[HOOK: VAGUE]

I know that shit won’t let you go
left alone
Just let me go
I hear that time has stopped before
Rest my soul
Then again
I know that shit won’t let you go
left alone
Just let me go
I hear that time has stopped before
Rest my soul
Then again

[T.R.I.P.]

I can feel my heart palpitating
Everytime I talk about the devil
I know that he’s sitting there waitin
I knew since a kid I was just a lost cause
Now I made a bond with UAV until the graveyard 
One step forward take a step back
Ain’t nobody left that’s real man
And that’s a fact 
UAV in my blood no denying that
Grinding till the end of my days
Until my last breath 
Lost underneath been through hell with brothers
Every mothafucka doubted us
So nothing you can tell us
Thankful for you bitches showing off your true colors
Fuck a hater
You can catch me rolling with the devil
As above so below
Repping UAV until turn into a ghost 
As above so below
Repping UAV until I turn into a mothafuckin ghost man

REST MY SOUL [Prod. FALLEN]

[T.R.I.P.]

Evil shit is all I know
I’m coming out the crazy house,
Creepin on a come up mothafucka
That’s without a doubt,
Gripping on my Glock tight
Ccannot trust a single soul
Devil shutting out the light
That’s the only way it goes 
Feeling like I’m falling way too far down
Devil on my back I cannot hide now
If I die today I hope you all proud of this shit
That I worked so hard for but it’s gone now
Nothing else matters in the world
But the memories never fade
Got a pile of fuckin problems
But too scared to turn the page
When we dying in the end we only heading one way
Look up in the sky as we laying in our graves

[VAGUE]

Layin in my grave
Need to find a way
It’s out of mind
It’s another day
Just another day
That I’m in my grave
And it’s hollow
What’s in store for tomorrow?
Try to find a heart to borrow
Even if it gets too late
Try to get me thru the gate
When it’s hard to fucken follow
I’ve been drownin in my mind and my sorrows for a long time
Yeah
and It’s a whole lot
It’s whole lot
Thought I’d finally find an end, but I guess not

LAYING IN OUR GRAVES [Prod. CRCL]

[T.R.I.P.]

Dropping mothafuckas straight down to the pit
If you fuckin with UNAVERAGE GANG you fuckers R.I.P.
Bitch I’m rolling with the shadows
The darkness is stuck inside of me
All up in the cut leave you bleeding
Bitch do not bother me
Catch me burning crosses
Turning these niggas into carcasses 
Feening for the feeling of the death
So I’m here to murder shit 
Grip my Glock tight
I’m an assassin on the scope
Bitch I’m here to end your life
Leave you leaking on the floor
I don’t give a fuck about the fame
I’m here to run the game
I think my Choppa got the hiccups
And it’s scattering your brain 
swear that all the voices in my head
Just start to sound the same 
The devil hiding in disguise
I feel him every day 

[VAGUE]

It’s always runnin thru my mind
Tt stays the same
Wether it be a couple bodies
Take a shotty to the brain
All the pain that’s always risin up inside of me
You’ll never get the chance to even feel you can confide in me
This shit is hard to say
With the amount that I give away
Passin everyday
I wonder what I can takeaway
This shit is crazy
I feel like I’m goin insane
I’m entering the crazy house
And got bottles of pain
I’m overlookin all the decisions
I made from my visions
It doesn’t matter what I had to do to get my commission
I’m always lookin out
If the game only brings me pain
Then you have to take me out

DEVIL MADE ME DO IT [Prod. EYKEY]

I pull up in the foreign whip 
Chop sticks with them hallow tips
Walking out the coffin
UAV came up from nothing bitch 
These rappers on some pussy shit
Always talking out they lips 
Grippin on my my Glock
Send a shot through your fucking ribs 
Young T.R.I.P. creeping out the fuckin catacombs
Fuckin with my gang
I leave yo ass with a bunch of shattered bones 
Send these mothafuckas home with a bullet in they dome 
Born straight out the pits
Fuck a bitch do not hit my phone 
I’m a bad mothafucka with an attitude
Quick to trip
I should call that shit a murder mood 
Never needed a punk bitch to repost my shit 
Got out the fuckin mud
So please hop off my Dick 
Call me Ghost face the way I’m inside your bitch guts
Underground is oversaturated
Bunch of fake fucks 
Rappers just as real as your bitches make up
If I said it then I meant it mothafucka
What’s up 
UAV live and die by this shit 
I’m dead man walking out the crypt 
Blood drippin from the rocks on my wrist 
Devil handed me my Glock
Blow the brains out a bitch

Everyday wake up in a world
Im feelin lost in 
Wake up same routine
Cause Uncle Sam wants you exhausted
The broke feel like they broken with yo hands inside they pockets
Preachin bout our freedom damn this country really lost it 
Lost it, lost in
Stuck inside this coffin 
I get schizophrenic wanna nail ‘em to a cross
And hang ‘em by they feet
And take they heads right off em
Put ‘em in the crypt and watch the demons all blossom
Livin In this hell and I keep demons really close to me 
I’m not afraid of burnin Antichrist resides inside of me
Put me In the oven comin out and that’s undoubtedly 
Then I’ll rip you open eat your bowls say its anatomy 
Its UAV militia triple sixin devil on our side
And if these bitches dissin we gon catch the triple homicide
I’m done with all you askin this is what you wanted out me
Now Schizo really trippin got the reaper seeping out of me 

Yeah
Crossin blood
In the deep depths
They don’t make it there
Find a cross
And you keep bitchin
Cause it isn’t fair
And even if you got one
It’s gonna make a pair
Includin Schizo
Triple Sixes
Yeah we’re here to scare
Fuck it, you note it
I throw down, you notice
It doesn’t matter what you gonna do
But Ima do this
Your body decays
And made into a corpse
Im surrounded by the demons
Always askin for the source
Yeah
Ima be the one to end the fakes
And if you really wanna talk
Grab the interface
Smack ya lights out
Just so you can have a taste
There ain’t gon be nothin left
So it doesn’t leave it trace
Keep on fuckin with the hounds
Shit is comin around
Put some tape around your mouth
They can’t hear a sound 
You can keep on movin
But you’ll end up in the ground 
Layin with the snakes
With maggots crawling out ya face

DUSK TO DAWN

DUSK TO DAWN (Feat. SCHIZO)

[T.R.I.P.]

I’m from a place where they burn in the fire
UAV walks with the dead hallow points
Inside of all my guns with red dot
And I only aim for the head
Feel bad for the all these pussies
That’s wanting these problems
Bitch fuck you fuck your whole set
Shit do not faze me
I been through what’s worse in my life
And overcame everything since
Never let a mothafucka know
When I’m creepin with  scythe
That’s a oh no
Young T.R.I.P. be shooting like a photo
Send these mothafuckas to the grave with a halo
Cause I’m rockin with the evil
Doing the devils dirty work
And I’m stacking up the bodies In the back of the hearse
Riding with a bat and black tee shirt
Blood stains drippin on the mothafuckin curb
Laying yo ass in the dirt, aye
Promise yo life can get worse, aye
Unaverage Gang ready to work, aye
You don’t know now, but I promise you’ll learn
That we never we come last, bitch we in first
Fuck the whole world, I’m ready to merk
If we with Schizo we getting absurd
Proceed with some caution before you get served

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

On my way to the grave
Gang got them K’s, aye
Fuck out my face
Swear y’all ain’t safe, aye
Demons all inside my brain
Capturing bodies they all in my safe
Used to broke, now got money for days
If I don’t make it, the devil remains

[VAGUE]

Not bound, but hear it loud
All that talkin you did
And got shot down
What’s the plot now?
When you runnin you mouths
Runnin in circles, i’m chasin a mouse
All the shit you’d rather read
Would you put it down
Just to follow me?
Be a black sheep, with a lack of sleep
See the color bleedin, thru the red sheets
As rituals risin, you gotta keep fightin
To know what the demons are gettin
All of the soulless, with a bad mind
Didn’t even give notice
Cause you seein now
What you leavin out
Like a flock of crows
Groupin all around
Try to find a home, when you fly alone
Now wishin for death
You should of know
Findin yourself in the rabbit hole
Given out and you lettin go
And you gotta know
That all of the problems are normal
And never stop
Cause the world is a fucken prop
With the friends you might of lost
And the things that you could of fought
But keep doin you
Feelin blind, but know what you gotta do
Soon people will know what you goin thru

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

On my way to the grave 
Gang got them K’s, aye
Fuck out my face
Swear y’all ain’t safe, aye
Demons all inside my brain
Capturing bodies they all in my safe
Used to broke, now got money for days
If I don’t make it, the devil remains

LOT 16

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

Breaking out this cage
We them hounds that cannot be tamed
Dancing with my demons
Digging up your grave
Don’t get fucked, don’t get fucked
Don’t get fucked up
Breaking jaws inside the pit
Now watch them bodies drop 
Breaking out this cage
We them hounds that cannot be tamed
Dancing with my demons
Digging up your grave
Don’t get fucked, don’t get fucked
Don’t get fucked up
Breaking jaws inside the pit
Now watch them bodies drop 

[T.R.I.P.]

Too many bodies dropping I lay 'em down in a coffin
They’re like “T.R.I.P. how the fuck you killin shit so often?”
I don’t know I just be on the low
I’m coming for your throat
Sending mothafuckas down below
Where I call my home
I don’t give a fuck about pussy player hating bitch
All these rappers suckin dick
For a lil taste of fame and shit 
That shit is wack better watch your back
Snakes up in the grass chop em up in half 
Make a mothafucka skull crack 
Never put my trust in no man
Like I fuckin did before 
All these leeches feining but UAV got the antidote
Out here lookin lost even when I showed u all the ropes
Fun and games till you mothafuckas overdose

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

Breaking out this cage
We them hounds that cannot be tamed
Dancing with my demons
Digging up your grave
Don’t get fucked, don’t get fucked
Don’t get fucked up
Breaking jaws inside the pit
Now watch them bodies drop 
Breaking out this cage
We them hounds that cannot be tamed
Dancing with my demons
Digging up your grave
Don’t get fucked, don’t get fucked
Don’t get fucked up
Breaking jaws inside the pit
Now watch them bodies drop

[VAGUE]

Yeah
Couple bodies layin in the fucken river bed
You just a copy with a shotty, always actin dead
And all these fake fucken pussies always claim to be
But never went thru one event
Cause it’s surrounding me
All that talk and they never back it
You let it go
All I see is a bunch of rats thru a 1 inch hole
So fuck your demise
You livin in lies
I hope you layin there still hopeless
And you dyin inside
Cause you will never tell the truth
So fuck it, You dreamin
I hope you lookin at my life now
I know that you see me
But It don’t matter what the fuck we say
You find it demeaning
It’s called tough love bitch
Try finding the meanin

SPLINTER

[VAGUE]

I’ve been burnin
Ever since I was raised up
A young boy and he burnin off his taste buds
Wit no joy
Just another fucken day that he can’t find dedication
And relying on the mood swings from the medications
Always questionin
Where the fuck do I fit in?
Is it all up in my mind?
Or is there maggots in my skin?
Trying to find the cause
Lacking evidence
It’s just a case
Of another lost soul
In the dark, about to break
I ain’t gonna act
Like I haven’t been there before
I’m always hard on myself
Cause I’m diggin it more
With the time that I spent
All alone in the dark
And think of many ways
I can leave this earth with a mark
And try to breathe
Only you can be the one to see
Cause behind the close doors
You don’t wanna take a knee
Try to look up
At the shit you left out
And you build what is there
Cause you’ll never find out
Yeah

[T.R.I.P.]

Riding through the purgatory rolling the dice
I don’t fuck anybody
Hope you get that shit right
Bitch I’m hunting on Hallows Eve
Got me feeling like I’m Mike
Put this blade up to your neck
I’ll have you begging for your life
If I get suspicious
Pull the trigger like it’s effortless 
Split your wrist with scissors
Cut you open just to measure less 
Pull up in the LS400 and rockin hollow tips
Ridin with my gang like sleepy hollow
Taken all they heads 
Creepin in the shadows im that demon in Insidious 
And when you have a nightmare
Just remember that I’m causing it
I’m the fuckin reaper
And I’m here take away your breath
This is the beginning got that scythe
That’s tatted on my head
Hating mothafuckas acting like they shit don’t stank 
But the truth is that these pussies
Don’t have a clue what it takes
Loading up the Ks
I grab the mags and I aim at yo face
45 dumpin I’m pumpin slugs til your body caves

MALEVOLENT

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