REAP WHAT YOU SOW

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

I'm loaded up somebody bout to get fucked up
Hallow points be making these pussies gush blood
I'm not the type to be fuckin with
Ima act up
Got my Glock tucked
Better fuckin back up
I'm loaded up somebody bout to get fucked up
Hallow points be making these pussies gush blood
I'm not the type to be fuckin with
Ima act up
Got my Glock tucked
Better fuckin back up

[T.R.I.P.]

Spitting like a menace
Too focused lately just stacking bands
Could've copped a Benz
But I'm happy as fuck inside the M
Mothafuckas hating
But they lowkey be my biggest fans
Never trusting a pussy bitch
They only wanting to stab your back
Step inside my purgatory
I'll leave you niggas bleeding
If you got a problem
This the fuckin killa season
Dropping bodies inside the pit for no apparent reason
I'm making moves and I promise that UAV ain't leavin
Come outside your house and meet my best friend
His name is glock and he can't wait to meet your cranium
The shot go pop your body flipping like gymnasiums
We going crazy money flowing like an atm
Pull up in the F80 looking like a threat
Talking shit boy I'll grab you by your fucking neck
Ain't no noobie I'm a mothafuckin vet
Better pay your respects before I lay your ass to rest boy
Yeah

[VAGUE]

Too many mothafuckas
Holdin shit, but they never given back
All the shit that I notice
Really gotta focus
Till our vault is stacked
And you know that I know that feelin
That your life is just an act
Ain't gotta hide, but I need some meanin
never minded all the facts
I never really gave a fuck
If you fucken with the hounds
You better keep it tucked
And I ain't fucken around
You bitches wanna test your luck
You summon up the demon
Don't expect to be the one that can keep avoidin all the pain
Don't try to hide things you can't ignore
Never settled for less
It's cause I wanted more
Just try to have the will too find the door
That's the struggle of life and it's full of gore
I try to warn that deep ditches is where we're born
Some say that I'm freezing
But feel I'm kinda warm
And fuck leavin and givin up
That's now the norm
UAV be risin up even in the storm

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

I'm loaded up somebody bout to get fucked up
Hallow points be making these pussies gush blood
I'm not the type to be fuckin with
Ima act up
Got my Glock tucked
Better fuckin back up
I'm loaded up somebody bout to get fucked up
Hallow points be making these pussies gush blood
I'm not the type to be fuckin with
Ima act up
Got my Glock tucked
Better fuckin back up

FILTH [Prod. Qrystral]

[HOOK: VAGUE]

You know had to give it up
Cause the nightmares never let up
It always feels like the night terrors only bring you pain
In the night when the creatures wanna see me go insane
You know had to give it up
Cause the nightmares never let up
It always feels like the night terrors only bring you pain
In the night when the creatures wanna see me go insane

[VAGUE]

Aye
Never allow me to go back
When I was surrounded by rats 
As all I hear is chit chat
And you’ll find yourself in a big bag
I’ll never be the mothafucka lookin for help
Cause fuck that I handle myself
with all that shit that I’m goin thru
It’s fine cause I’m buildin myself
5 knives and I’m Krueger
On the hunt in October
Spending my time, I’m deep in you mind 
Playin nightmares over and over
And over again
Fuck what you know and when your hell has began
I’ll be the one to be cravin your skin
Drinkin the blood and be drownin in sins
You know

[HOOK: VAGUE]

You know had to give it up
Cause the nightmares never let up
It always feels like the night terrors only bring you pain
In the night when the creatures wanna see me go insane
You know had to give it up
Cause the nightmares never let up
It always feels like the night terrors only bring you pain
In the night when the creatures wanna see me go insane

[T.R.I.P.]

I’m going insane
Feeling like I’m Richard Brake
The way I’m killing shit bitch
I don’t need no fucking break
October 31st
My favorite holiday
That’s when all my demons are roaming
And coming out to play
It’s hallows eve
Catch me creepin inside that m3 
All up and down your block
Totin the glocks while you trick or treat
Call me the candy man
Cause I stay with them razor blades
Carving up your face
And I’m spelling out Unaverage Gang

BAG O' BONES

[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

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]

[HOOK: VAGUE]

Too many missions with decisions, I was always bound
I wish my mind was always open, you can’t come around
Im with my essence in the ground, until my soul is found
Maggots crawl
I’ll keep fucken fightin, like I lost it all
Too many missions with decisions, I was always bound
I wish my mind was always open, you can’t come around
Im with my essence in the ground, until my soul is found
Maggots crawl
I’ll keep fucken fightin, like I lost it all

[T.R.I.P.]

Falling in a downward spiral
Thinking I’m hell bound
One of the many lost souls
That’s trapped inside the hotel
Kickin it with devil
Before I die and I burn in hell
Murdering mothafuckas so often
I got some souls to sell
Don’t get fucked up pussy
Don’t be wasting all my time
Riding through the crypt
Got yo bitch choking on my 9
Laying in a coffin
I’m burning inside the fire
Got my demons doing the devils work
And all that’s on my mind

[HOOK: VAGUE]

Too many missions with decisions, I was always bound
I wish my mind was always open, you can’t come around
Im with my essence in the ground, until my soul is found
Maggots crawl
I’ll keep fucken fightin, like I lost it all
Too many missions with decisions, I was always bound
I wish my mind was always open, you can’t come around
Im with my essence in the ground, until my soul is found
Maggots crawl
I’ll keep fucken fightin, like I lost it all

[VAGUE]

You give in
You give out
Don't Listen
Just know now
And all the bullshit that you say
Yeah, I've learned to tune out
The many years with lots of tears
To cry em' out
I'm feeling like the end was comin
So come take me out
Not alot of people wanna listen
But they think i'm goin crazy
Ain't got a pot to piss in
But still wanna be so lazy
If you wanna go far in life
Then stop droppin all them maybes
They sit back and call it an act
And all the facts are shady

HELL BOUND [Prod. ROOSEVELT]

[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.]

Crack your skull wide open
I’m coming out at the crack of dawn
Acting like you running shit
But we know that you really not
Arms are wide open
I welcome you to the dark side 
UAV be storing bodies like an archive 
I know your mental state is deteriorating 
I know you wanna pull that fuckin trigger
And start levitating
The way im feeling lately
Thinking I’m the son of Satan 
Every time I step outside
I got bodies evaporating 
Can’t compare me
I promise we not the same dawg
Different breed in this bitch
Only dropping napalms 
Raising hell as I’m banging my chest
Like King Kong 
Getting wicked
I’m splitting wigs
Call me jigsaw

[VAGUE]

Yeah
A couple hated
I got it handled
I never waited
You put yourself up on a throne
And yeah that shits deflated
Surrounded by all the fake pussies
I gotta know
Cause I ain’t tryin to build you up
Just to let you go
And I ain’t weighin my life
And basin off the load
Cause that ain’t a valid
Measurement to be callin folks
The mental prison, im playin
This shits a fucken game
Im just tryin to survive
As they pullin chains
Common sense in this world
Has drop far below
I think it’s too far gone
Shoutout to alter egos
You throwin the flash
You lookin so stunned
Im cleanin out my life
Like I’m cleanin barrels of guns
If you got a fucken problem
Don’t be writin a letter
Cause yeah I’d rather talk
Face to face to only get better
Don’t let your past suffocate
Only try to move forward
If you try to dig it deeper
Makes the past move more

NAPALM

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