Bitch i'll blow your body back
You f*ckin with a menace
It's still f*ck a label
UAV Records, we independent
Repping to the death of me
Got a f*ckin calvary, no matter what the f*ck I do
I cannot fail my family
Talk about the gang
I'll put my 4s against your f*ckin throat
Come too close to me
I'll make sure that you meet the Holy Ghost
Riding with the 44 in the 400 Hunnit
Hitting switches
Mothaf*ckas break they necks, when they see how them wheels titled
Break the silence, bring the mothaf*ckin riots out
I'm craving violence and T.R.I.P. is about to crash out
Going hard inside the pit, until I pass out
It's getting bloody and buddy tried calling time out
I see the reaper staring right into my face
Go and tell the devil that he gotta wait
I cut a deal and I somehow still got away
It's UAV until the mothaf*ckin grave
Do or die
Give up on the things
You've never seen
Minor recollection
On the things that you never bring
Like who am I?
Just a humble being and a fiend
Lookin in the glass
Cause it just ain't what it seem
Look back
Cause you got f*cked up
Never cross the line
Switching lanes
Is always bad luck
Don't deny
All the creatures livin in your spine
The time is f*cken comin
Turn the sixes to the nines
It's hard given up
And feelin pressure from the overload
Getting mixed up in emotions till you overdose
Like a parasite feedin on a haunted host
It's grabbin every f*cken inch of me
To cut the throat
Cut the throat
Just to shoutout my haters
Leave 'em in the f*cken river
Then go stab 'em later
Doesn't matter what you do
It's in the blood with the traitors
And always askin for a hand
But not returnin the favor