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[T.R.I.P.]

See we creepin in leaves in, these fuck boys all need a beaten,
the reason your fuckin bleeding is cause my demons are eatin all season
all these pussies are immature and just imitators
Fuck you if you need some favors but you can come and meet your maker

Yeah it’s been a minute pull up my windows tinted,
KFS and Triple Sixes, flexing on little bitches
Why you lying mothafucka? You don’t want no smoke 
Hide behind the fuckin keyboard you're a fuckin joke let it blow

[VAGUE]

You wishin to die, lookin and hopin remember your blood on the line
Life always given you time, but you just wastin it,
and you be fakin your crimes, always gonna hold my doubt
Cause you a snake lookin for clout
We don’t give handouts
You seekin attention, never amount

Gave us the run around, run around, run around
Bitch you know who the fuck we been talkin all this shit about 
Follow the trash and soon you’ll be findin out
Dug up your past, got way too much dirt to count
Quality over the quantity
Time really never has bothered me 
So fuck off, you better stop pacing me
Didn’t know “Bein a bitch” is your policy

BEING A BITCH IS YOUR POLICY

[T.R.I.P.]

I’m the hellraiser and I came to take my throne Got a Bullet proof vest bullet holes breaking bones 
You a bitch nigga
Better watch your fuckin tone,
I’m the devil and the reaper bitch I came to take your soul

Gang Gang at you neck bitch we coming with the semi tech
Strapped with a 30, you be strapped with that pussy shit
Acting like you hard and talk shit on the internet
That a fuckin clue that in person that you sweetest kid 

Testing my demons destroying my enemies, y’all are not friends of me  better not fuck with me 
Talking that shit I be a bagging up bodies I’m coming for blood you can call it phlebotomy
Yuh 
On the verge of decapating they fuckin throats
But I rather see them suffer from the shit That i wrote

[SCHIZO]

Bunch a pussy boys talkin all they fagget shit
Recognize my name when you faggets talkin mad shit 
Lil fuck boys thinking they can rap now 
I can drop addy since you dissin with your sacks out
Heavy hitta gut splitta talk shit then fuck with it 
No games bitch lames pussys i ain’t playin with em
Back wit my cracked bat where these pussys at 
run they fuckin mouth but now they hiding like some pussy cats 
Mobbin with my gang bitch just stay In lane 
y’all are gettin when the motha fuckin blood rains
I’ll sit back and I’ll laugh at your blood stains
I ain’t trippin bitch I’m wit it I won’t mention names

[VAGUE]

So both of y’all fucked up
Just fucken run your gums bitch and you talk tough
UAV call your bluff, so why you back up?
Keep fucken pushin run the fade and truly test your luck 
Roll on thru and set’em up

Depressin times, and a whole lot of pressure
You setting off my fucken limits, and it’s too high to measure
It’s not measurin up, thinkin you sizin me up
Bitch you too scared of the stomp, why you still feedin the chump?

Corny ass little boys, be sendin shots
But always missin,
Still on this silly boy bullshit, will they ever finish?
Always fishin for a hook, that’s why they stayed dissin 
Had no material left, they truly are T.R.I.P.’en

SILLY BOYS (Feat. SCHIZO) [Prod. SANTOS SANTANA]

[VAGUE]

Pay attention, and keep that mind straight
Keep in-line for what is right and not what is wrong for fuck sake
Held back for so long, I reached deep it’s all gone
Think that you feel strong, but that’s not where you belong
Nah
the constant emotions, and feelin so helpless
Im stuck in motion, they seamin so carless
I never give up, what the fuck do I do?
Please
I’ll never invest in this youth...
As long as breathe and I’m reppin the name that’s only thing that I can lose
Yeah

[T.R.I.P.]

You fuckin with a killa since a kid, bitch where my money at?
Get the fuck up out yo feelings, bouta be a bloodbath
Hoe this the beginning, it's a hit if T.R.I.P. is on the track
Fuck you and your features, we don't need it to get on the map uh
Why you running? UAV is coming yeah
You can't escape, once that plague is summoned
Beating'em with a cleaver, then cockin that fucken choppa back
Put'em in the dirt then back to stacking up my fucking cash

REVELATIONS

BLOODBATH

[T.R.I.P.]

Burning with the burner bitch I mob wit my niggas
I got the semi automatic wit a Manual transmission
Bitch I’m wolf, you a dog barking all that shit
You rolling wit a bunch of pussies claiming that they legit
It’s young T.R.I.P. never trippin on a hoe ass bitch
I gotta keep that pistol grip Incase a bitch run they lips
I gotta get that fuckin money just to blow on the whip
You caught me rollin through yo city throwing up that triple 6
I’ll take yo bitch up to a sacred place
And let her tell me all the fake shit you pussies claim
Sacrificing my haters then I fuckn let it spray
UNAVERAGE gang and Nijalveli will have these pussies just turning in they grave hoe

[VAGUE]

Still havin visions, ownin my decisions
Mothafuckas try to get in our way as we lay down the percision
In addition, one thing that everbody keep forgettin
UNAVERAGE GANG in this bitch and we stayin persistant
Long days, long nights, we give every ounce
Just grind, work hard, lets make this shit count
Key to success is to havin a motive
The world is full of haters and distractions, Vague how you stayin so focused?
If you haven't noticed, i'm never open that should of been noted
The only person that knows it, be the person that wrote it
Scripture covered in roses and next to the lotus
Find a another motherfucker like us, proven to be so devoted

[Nijalveli]

Hope they know if niggas snitch the chop wil make him float
And his bitch get hit by me or poach slid that to my bro
I was Trapping dope back when I had minutes on the phone
You know I had the shit niggas took one hit and they was gone
I’m bout to pick me a freak up
After I drop lil zeke off
I really been sticking to the g code
Niggas been sleep in the streets tho

I got my clientele geeked tho
Shoot em light work like free throws
I really had xans and the grow op
Hit up soto and got the fro chop

Niggas all drama like soap ops
Aim for the top like a Mohawk
Still lick yo crib if the door locked
I got some work put away at my whore spot
Capping get you and your boy cropped

Unaverage gang you know we on top
Trip make you flip with that pole dog
Vague get you hit in the dome pop
We in this bitch so it don’t stop

BURIAL GROUNDS (Feat. Nijalveli)

FATALITY (Feat. Jerome)

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

Bitch I’m on grind mode, even when my eyes closed, give a fuck about a hater they can get the snub nose
Bitch I’m on grind mode
Yuh, yuh
Bitch I’m on grind mode
Yuh, yuh
Bitch I’m on grind mode, even when my eyes closed, give a fuck about a hater they can get the snub nose
Bitch I’m on grind mode
Yuh, yuh
Bitch I’m on grind mode
Yuh, yuh
Bitch I’m on

[VAGUE]

I told you once before but you never listen
Always choosin to ignore, all the shit we written
Thinkin it’s a double standard, your logic is fucken cancer
Actin like you go unanswered, victimize is fucken slander

One life in exchange for death
Last croak for a reach a breath
The world no longer a fucken threat
As you all alone surfin deeper in the fucken depths

Y’all really don’t know shit, so fuck your claims
All this shit is one-sided, talking to the fucken lames
Y’all really don’t know shit, so don’t pass the blame
Takin over cities, cause UNAVERAGE GANG still run the game

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

Bitch I’m on grind mode, even when my eyes closed, give a fuck about a hater they can get the snub nose
Bitch I’m on grind mode
Yuh, yuh
Bitch I’m on grind mode
Yuh, yuh
Bitch I’m on grind mode, even when my eyes closed, give a fuck about a hater they can get the snub nose
Bitch I’m on grind mode
Yuh, yuh
Bitch I’m on grind mode
Yuh, yuh
Bitch I’m on

[T.R.I.P.]

Look
I Bust’em down with snub nose watch em drop
I’ll chew em up like an alligator from the swamp
I’ll fuck you up then send you over to my nigga chop
See That what happens with stupid mothafuckin talk

UNAVERAGE GANG ain’t no wishing well
Wish me well bitch I wish you hell
Only thang that you cannot tell
That i’m a villain and And we killin wit nobody’s help

Pick a side then sliding yo you soul to the serpent
Ride or die, UNAVERAGE GANG keep on workin
Say goodbye, to these rappers cuz we closin curtains
Don’t be worried bout my gang, bitch I see you lurkin

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

Bitch I’m on grind mode, even when my eyes closed, give a fuck about a hater they can get the snub nose
Bitch I’m on grind mode
Yuh, yuh
Bitch I’m on grind mode
Yuh, yuh
Bitch I’m on grind mode, even when my eyes closed, give a fuck about a hater they can get the snub nose
Bitch I’m on grind mode
Yuh, yuh
Bitch I’m on grind mode
Yuh, yuh
Bitch I’m on

GRIND MODE

[VAGUE]

Plenty of these worms thinkin they can fucken rap
But relyin on your image, bitch please just get off yo back
By design
It’s UNAVERAGE GANG that’s always spittin facts
And we divine that’s why people bait us, opposites attract yeah

Dedicated never renovated mothafuckas walk a thin line damn right Vague really complicated
Fucken educated not obligated to feelin your feelins that’s first, fuck you bitch, k do your worst
Just cause you rappin that fast, doesn’t mean that you killin’em
Half what it takes is the syllables, but do you have what it takes to be visible?
Let me show ya, cause I’m mixin the minerals

Trapped in the dark room, bitch you run out of luck
Sippin on blood, UNAVERAGE GANG on a level up
This time you should give a fuck
You better run cause you fucken woke the devil up

[T.R.I.P.]

A lot of fuck shit
Dropping all them elbows in the cock pit
You dumb bitch wanna talk crazy you gone get split
You hopeless
100 mothafuckas on my death list
You know this
All you soundcloud rappers trying to make it while i’m coasting
Oh shit
Take'em to the ocean, they float in
Watch them mothafuckaz trying to copy what I wrote bitch, you hocus
How you fuck with all that mumble rap if they mumbling sounding like some mentally challanged fucks

Fuckin this industry up
Grabbing my nuts then I’m dumpin the pump
Summoned the devil now who gunna come
And I’ll keep making sure that you bitches are done
You Bitches are dumb
You niggas are lazy, riding the dicks of the rappers who’ve made it
Make your own path you stupid ass bitch
And stop complaining that you ain’t famous bitch

HELTER SKELTER

[T.R.I.P.]

Revenge is on my Conscience bout to cause a  holocaust
Yung trip is on the loose you better call the fuckin cops
Knock you upside the nog with glock now you looking lost 
Bitches always start to hate when they see u at the top

What the fuck you know
About a playa with that black soul 
Uzi spraying out the 6’4
Hallow tips all out the window
You Better duck low 

Yea get the fuck up out my way, 
I Told you mothafuckas UNAVERAGE GANG here to stay,
Music was only the thing that was keeping sane
Now they really love to hate cuz now we both up on our way

They waiting on me to fuck up
They praying on me to fold 
Fall down and bounce right back 
I ain’t never getting out of my zone 

Thankful for the darkness,
and all of the unknown 
I’m a product of the devil 
Call your friends and let em know I want the smoke

[VAGUE]

Unchained—the only way to play this game
Is releasin all the evil and reveal what you claim
Lookin thru your eyes—seein that your soul been stained
Got the same look—think i’m lookin right back at Cobain

5 lines and you bitchin, but my trigga finga been itchin
At you bitches that’a been sippin on that lean and thinkin you drippin
Im for the youth, and for the truth
There’s 2 of us, only 1 of you
The only thing thats drippin is that stank from your own pussy juice

Flatline in due time, and make wrongs into rights
I will fight, and live life, till I die
Know that UAV comin for the thrown
No matter what this world is givin me I’m not alone
Lean back relax 
I’m always dealin with the weight on my shoulders, 
it’s only gettin harder on me as I simply get older
The days past and the nights feelin like they get colder
Tryin to not let my past fight back
Sit back relax

Download | Stream

UNCHAINED [Prod. NetuH]

[T.R.I.P.]

Hang you upside down like the crosses that’s in my room,
Here’s the difference between  a mothafucka like me and you,  
Got this shit on my own, you banking on a handout, 
If you dare to test your luck it’s gunna be a man down. 
Nobody gives a fuck what
All you of you bitches do
But I been coming to summon the reaper, i’m tired of the bitches that thinking we koo
What is the fuck is up, cut these fuckin pussies up, 
Had enough we gone keep on coming with fire cause you bitches suck

[VAGUE]

Bodies fall—risin from the dirt then I kill them all
No survivors, nothin fucken left I’m here take it all
Brawl—tryna get down
Crawl—with your guts out
Blood—left to turn brown
Let—all the bodies drown
I go around the city wit the 12 gauge 
See my rage is only at its fucken first stage
I’m blacked out— got the blade run it’s course thru my veins
I say—death to all you mothafuckers come and see me I’ll end your pain

CRAWL [Prod. THORN BEATS]

[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

LEFT FOR DEAD [Prod. Ted Dillan]

[T.R.I.P.]

800 horse on my blacked out GTR
Ain’t no keys to the whip we just hop in push to start
Little bitches acting stupid like y’all don’t know who we are
Bitch we blowing off the charts while y’all niggas stuck in park
Flexing like I lift
Yo bitch wet when I drift
Ain’t fuckin wit no snitch
69 bodies R.I.P
Left to rest in piss
Your flow is counterfeit
All your fuckin mumbling sound like y’all sucking dick

Riding with my semi-automatic in traffic
A fuckin fully loaded Mini Van with a bunch of my savages
Pulling over on the freeway show these fuck boys what’s happening
Bullets flying fast as sonic fuck em up then be back again

[VAGUE]

Blades, drugs, pussies always seem to run the fucken game
All you bitches sound the same
Clout demons on a chase
Put a 9 to your face, a familiar disgrace
I’m lovin all the fucken blood I can taste
Run the game till you take our lives

Not the same I hope you realize
We keep on making music so that you can feel alive
UAV is in yo chest, we always deep inside

Sometimes you’re feelin all alone
Pain and suffering the never endin tone
Many things that’s in this life is left unknown
Can only hold back what you can’t condone

SMELLS OF A ROTTING CORPSE [Prod. NetuH]

[VAGUE]

Killin every fucken body in this game
All the pain that I go thru feel same
There’s many things you bitches won’t admit
But I can see right thru you, cut the shit
Couple overdoses, from over powederin your noses
Watch your body lay flat, lifeless as it decomposes
Why you fuckbois always wanna act like posers?
We didn’t choose this fucken game, this game chose us

[T.R.I.P.]

Rather stay at home then go out fuckin with snakes
A lot fake ass mothafuckas acting like they amazed
Be the first stab my back but be the last to engage
If you Pussys got a problem we can square up today

Fuck off my shit
Walk through the crypt
Blade to yo wrist
Now watch all that blood drip
Yuh
All about my money never catching me rest
Keep on sneaking with them disses
Will get yo shot in the head, pussy boy

MELTED BRAINS [Prod. NetuH]

[T.R.I.P]

Ain’t no stressin or no resting bitch, i’m grinding till I die
The land of all the wicked with the demons on the rise
The darkness on this the earth will soon light up with all the fire
So bitch just back up off my dick
As I hypnotize

I keep on just running on in circles
And every time I just wind back in this hell
Thinking of days when I went insane, feeling of trapt in a cell
I cannot fail, I cannot break
I will not kneel
Mothafuckas I promise that you are not safe
T.R.I.P. just came out of his shell

[VAGUE]

When you raisin all these demons
Have you felt this way before?
A dark obssession with collections of a rotting corpse

I know you like the way they burn in hell
Your enemies are drowning deep in decomposing smell

If you tryin to run up
You better have one tucked, you know
Gonna get fucked up
You better not be alone

I know you like the way they burn in hell
Your enemies are drowning deep in decomposing smell

LAZARUS [Prod. NetuH x Instinct]

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

UAV bouta pull up to the scene
And if you fuckin with me, come and join me underneath
See we just been here sinning homie, you don’t want no beef
Ain’t got no time for pussies playing on my fuckin creed
What u need?

[T.R.I.P.]

Fuckin on yo bitch in the driver seat and said
Never met a mothafucka just like me, I meant
UAV the motto and you just leeching bitch
Promise we are not the same, one is bleeding bitch

T.R.I.P. back with the 44
Now i’m out for revenge better get gone
Mothafuckas on my dick just to get known
All the fake pussies mothafuckas, better leave me alone cause i’m
Ready to bust in your shop
Taking the hammer and nails to yo chops
Taking the chain wrap around your neck
Mothafuckaz better give me respect cause i’m done

[VAGUE]

Been battling so long that my mind doesn’t know right from wrong
The devil tellin me that this life is not where I belong
Fuck if I know the world is shallow
I can’t breathe
Not all pain shows on the surface but it kills you underneath

Crawlin thru your skin
Why you let in?
Too many people scared and keep hidin from all they sins
Let the war begin as you’re dyin from within
It’s bleedin you, eatin you, takin over everythin till it’s feedin you

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

UAV bouta pull up to the scene
And if you fuckin with me, come and join me underneath
See we just been here sinning homie, you don’t want no beef
Ain’t got no time for pussies playing on my fuckin creed
What u need?

AUTOPSY OF LILITH GRAVER [Prod. Instinct]

[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]

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