Bitch i'll blow your body back
You fuckin with a menace
It's still fuck a label
UAV Records, we independent
Repping to the death of me
Got a fuckin calvary, no matter what the fuck I do
I cannot fail my family
Talk about the gang
I'll put my 4s against your fuckin 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
Mothafuckas break they necks, when they see how them wheels titled
Break the silence, bring the mothafuckin 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 mothafuckin 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 fucked up
Never cross the line
Switching lanes
Is always bad luck
Don't deny
All the creatures livin in your spine
The time is fucken 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 fucken inch of me
To cut the throat
Cut the throat
Just to shoutout my haters
Leave 'em in the fucken 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
