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Death of me be my weak stomach

How I came along, and i’m risen from it

Dealin with this fucken shit, makes me vomit

Cause nobody’s helpin unless theres a profit

Remember these days, we pissin on your grave

UAV here to change the game, we prosperin the future mane so…

You a bitch if you thinking that we backin down

Never fallin to emotions, but we word’em out

Always asking how we did it, but you didn’t help

What the fuck is goin in your mind, that I never felt?

Remember these days, we pissin on your grave

UAV here to change the game, we prosperin the future mane so…

Bouta hit a mothafuckin lick psychopath mothafuckas lookin dead

Like we dug from the ditch and no we ain’t fake like a bitch

Better hide you kids, cause UAV came with the biz

And I can with nothing nice, can u read between the lines?

Got the scythe behind my eyes, It’s the devil inside, it’s the devil inside

Whats up, bouta run the game don’t need no luck, hold up, burn up,

gunna fuck you up

Fuck you bitch, fuck yo clique, bust the clips like woah

Don’t reminisce, never blowing up, I can’t picture this, now we on gang shit

runnin it

It’s UAV Gang yea we dominant like ugh