Death of me be my weak stomach How I came along, and I'm risen from it Dealin with this fuckin' shit, makes me vomit 'Cause nobody's helpin' unless there's 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 Boutta 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 you read between the lines? Got the scythe behind my eyes, it's the devil inside, it's the devil inside What's up, bouta run the game don't need no luck, hold up, burn up, gonna 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 yeah we dominant, like ugh