No Handouts

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