[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)

[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)

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

[HOOK]

Left for dead we gon stack these bodies till the fall
Bitches scared, body bags of money in the walls
Can’t compare, beware just don’t set us off
We gon pull with that launcher, blows these bitches up
Left for dead we gon stack these bodies till the fall
Bitches scared—body bags of money in the walls
Can’t compare—beware just don’t set us off
We gon pull with that launcher, blows these bitches up

[VAGUE]

Never gonna find out—nah
Like a bitch you fall back on law
Don’t fight your battles, all talk
And bitch hold your threats and just walk
You gonna get rocked on your block
Got you in the scope and I’m locked
Duck down when you see that I stopped
Better be scared when the gun goes off

You hear them sounds—your life is up and I took it down
Final moments are here and now
But you won’t change, it’ll hurt your style
You live as a child, your stuck in denial
Bitch you are vile, cleanin you up with some dial
Think you can catch up to me but the thing is I’m always ahead and your missing by miles

[T.R.I.P.]

Walking outside with an AR
15 minutes till I’m on the radar
Smoking all these bitches like a cigar
Why you tryin to pick a fight if you don’t want war

Bust out the Glock then I’m ready rock
You pull out the phone and you callin the cops
Gut up these bitches and turn em to props
Do what I want bitch don’t tell me stop

Grinding my whole to give a fuck
And if you got some haters shoot put em the trunk
Bitch We don’t fuck around UAV will light em up
Just pay attention closely say a word I’ll cut your tongue

[HOOK]

Left for dead we gon stack these bodies till the fall
Bitches scared, body bags of money in the walls
Can’t compare, beware just don’t set us off
We gon pull with that launcher, blows these bitches up
Left for dead we gon stack these bodies till the fall
Bitches scared—body bags of money in the walls
Can’t compare—beware just don’t set us off
We gon pull with that launcher, blows these bitches up

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LEFT FOR DEAD [Prod. Ted Dillan]

[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]

[T.R.I.P]

Sit back and laughing at these pussies acting like they on to something
If you ain’t inside my circle I can’t fuck with you, your nothing, 
You just a waste of breath, bitch fuck you and your set 
It’s just of matter of time where trip came out to resurrect

When you hear dat click clack bang 
Bitch fuck around and let them bodies hang 
Give a fuck on what you say
I’m casually shitting on the game
Bitch you better learn your place 
Looking stupid as fuck with those tats on your face 
Looking for murder you next on the case 
Dedicated the body bags all with your name

[VAGUE]

Blood spillin
Runnin with a fucken AK
Pull it back and make it spray
Bitches fallin call it fucken mayday
Never weighin on my conscience
We just in the land of snakes
Pass your feelins, I can’t give a fuck
On daybreak

Never gonna find myself, and I hold that back
But the problem with all you bitches, that you runnin packs
I like to stay out up outta public like the Men in black
Just grab the gat, I cock it back, and pull the trigger on facts
Yeah

[O.G. Silent]

Its like damage and destruction and its no falling back
I’ll snatch a hater off his block and trap you need to relax
I'm creep creeping on a come up got the k with the mags
I'm street sweeping ain't no running chop a snake up in half
I come from da gutta underworld, got the .40 on the barrel
Lift 'em up like a under curl
Like a dog, i'm a thoroughbred bread
I smell the fear Dump u on the curb
Let it all burn
Youngins be killing no feelings
You fuck around shotty will blow off your ceiling dark days that we living
A cynic a menace i'm sick and i'm dead inside bitches offended
I take another hit from the kush now i'm ready for the lift off
Og game shit vato never been soft
They can't take the pressure really when I vent off
Pussy boys fem talk lined up in chalk
Fucking with a ex con but i'm real with it nah I ain't gassing you up like a exon
Slithering hoes get stepped on if you ain't down with the shit you can flip to the next song

VIPER (Feat. O.G. Silent)

[T.R.I.P]

Loading the hallow tips up, I cock it back and bust
Y’all are fuckin with the reaper the one that was sent above
Doing the devils work, riding in a fuckin hearse
Just a mothafucka risin' out the mud and born to murk

There's a lot mothafuckas doubtin' on the fuckin come up
Ima fuck you up and drag your lifeless body straight down under
Me and my brotha run this game and we don’t plan to be out numbered
Raise your hand I’ll break your jaw and kill a million mothafuckas Bitch

[HOOK: T.R.I.P]

Redrum
Murder, Murder (x8)

[VAGUE]

Yeah
Look into my eyes, I see the spite
You thinkin ima die, don’t bring a knife
Many gonna make the same mistake
I really hope the devil doesn’t wake
He got a lot to say

Im risin up-from the dirt-I’m bringin hell
Just by lookin all around me, all my servants under spells
When I try to find myself
I put UAV on my shelf
You gon never make a sale
Cause I ain’t got a soul to sell

[HOOK: T.R.I.P]

Redrum
Murder, Murder (x8)

PAY THE PRICE [Prod. AGBEATSBITCH]

[T.R.I.P]

I’m fucking lonely in my conscience and it takes me to the darkest place
It’s trying break me down
It will not fade away
But nightmares sometime haunt us in the fuckin weirdest ways
I’m in an empty field with roses that’s burning like sage

Blood dripping out the faucet it’s smothered on the walls, it’s like I Feel a sense of presence of neglect of a kid that was lost
Feel the hate feel the hurt feel the burn
Now we sitting in silence feeling cursed but now it’s your turn

[HOOK: VAGUE]

Can you feel the burn?
Just look in my eyes, you can see my demise
Are you willin to find
The truth in their lies?

The will to live, are you willin to give
Everything right now?
Choose a side
Need to find yourself
Walkin down the line
Do you wanna die?

[VAGUE]

I spin and see a distant blur
The feelings with emotions seem like I can never learn
The Devil waitin for my death so he can fill my urn
I can feel the demons that surround me waitin on a turn

And, you know the pain goes on
You know that things go wrong
You try to play along
It just takes too long

[HOOK: VAGUE]

The will to live, are you willin to give
Everything right now?
Choose a side
Need to find yourself
Walkin down the line
Do you wanna die?

The will to live, are you willin to give
Everything right now?
Choose a side
Need to find yourself
Walkin down the line
Do you wanna die?

NEGLECT [Prod. Heath Stone]

[HOOK: VAGUE]

Would you truly die on me?
Does our friendship fit the bill, what you feel Homie?
But nothin set in stone
Blame it on the parents they were raised in bad homes
Would you truly die on me?
Does our friendship fit the bill, what you feel Homie?
But nothin set in stone
Blame it on the parents they were raised in bad homes

[VAGUE]

Too many people nowadays they always judge
But frontin like they different cause they think that they tough
You actin like you listenin and given in to shove
Bitin on the hand that feeds you, man up homie
What the fuck?
Lately I been distant cause my life is hard to tame
And I try to keep it to myself, avoidin all this shame
Sometimes it feels harder to see past when you in pain
But nothin in this life is set in stone, and it will change

[HOOK: VAGUE]

Would you truly die on me?
Does our friendship fit the bill, what you feel Homie?
But nothin set in stone
Blame it on the parents they were raised in bad homes
Would you truly die on me?
Does our friendship fit the bill, what you feel Homie?
But nothin set in stone
Blame it on the parents they were raised in bad homes

[T.R.I.P]

We living in a world, where everybody for themselves
If it isn’t beneficial, they don’t care fuckin help
Now the tables have turned, It took a lot for me learn
You can’t change fuckin person, no matter what it’s worth
Bad kid hellish ways dark vibes, walking round the devils turf
Loaded magnum if a fuck boy ever wanna get merked
Marked for death, bitch I’ll lay you to rest
Better learn to shut yo fuckin mouth Before you get two in the neck

[HOOK: VAGUE]

Would you truly die on me?
Does our friendship fit the bill, what you feel Homie?
But nothin set in stone
Blame it on the parents they were raised in bad homes
Would you truly die on me?
Does our friendship fit the bill, what you feel Homie?
But nothin set in stone
Blame it on the parents they were raised in bad homes

SET IN STONE [Prod. Heath Stone]

[VAGUE]

Find a chance just to hold back
Workin hard just to get back
Many things that will not last
We survive, we can outlast
Got a leash on my soul
Help, I’m losin control
Find myself all alone
Fuck you mean that we clones?

I’m dealin with the darkness thats feedin inside of me
Good artists nowadays it’s like a fucken dyin breed
Don’t lose yourself, don’t take a knee
Many have failed before that’s a guarantee

[BRIDGE: VAGUE]

Lock me away
I’ll find my way
I’ll have my day

[T.R.I.P]

Fuck that
We gone run it back
Bouta fuck ‘em up
Where they hidin at?
It’s the wolf pack 
Never coming last 
I don’t gotta cap 
Like Jimmy, i’m bouta blast 

I’m the one that they counted out 
Everything’s changing without a doubt 
Never looking back, never run your mouth 
Cause we all bouta drown, and we all going down
Straight to hell, i’m a demon can’t you tell?
I walk on 9 inch nails, down the pit I fell

[BRIDGE: VAGUE]

Lock me away
I’ll find my way
I’ll have my day

[$UBJECTZ]

I’m so damn cryptic Animalistic 
Im hatred driven not optimistic 
Need a bust down chain,
A new pot to piss in and a iced out wrist too stop the blood from dripping 
Why the fuck you trippin?
Why the fuck you bitching?
Might back hand that bitch why the fuck you snitching?
Wolves from woods killing all opposition 
Straight precision aim in watch that bitch go missing 
I got nothing too say watch 'em all fade away oh I 
Must’ve forgot the time or the fuckin words to say oh I 
My backs against the wall 
They’re praying for my fall 
Fuck it you know it’s war 
And this my battle song

DYING BREED (feat. $ubjectz) [Prod. 88VLEXX]

TORMENT (feat. SCHIZO) [Prod. FALLEN]

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SET IN STONE [Prod. Heath Stone]

UNAVERAGE GANG

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