[Verse 1: T.R.I.P.]
Yeah
I'm from a place where they burn in the fire
UAV walks with the dead hallow points
Inside of all my guns with a red dot
And I only aim for the head
Feel bad for the all these pussies
That's wanting these problems
Bitch, fuck you, fuck your whole set
Shit do not faze me
I been through what's worse in my life
And overcame everything since
Never let a mothafucka know
When I'm creepin' with scythe
That's a oh no
Young T.R.I.P. be shooting like a photo
Send these mothafuckas to the gravе with a halo
'Cause I'm rockin' with the evil
Doing thе devils dirty work
And I'm stacking up the bodies in the back of the hearse
Riding with a bat and a black tee shirt
Blood stains drippin' on the mothafuckin' curb
Laying yo' ass in the dirt
Promise yo' life can get worse
Unaverage Gang ready to work
You don't know now, but I promise you'll learn
That we never come last, bitch we in first
Fuck the whole world, I'm ready to merk
If we with Schizo we getting absurd
Proceed with some caution before you get served
[Chorus: T.R.I.P.]
On my way to the grave
Gang got them K's, ayy
Fuck out my face
Swear y'all ain't safe, ayy
Demons all inside my brain
Capturing bodies they all in my safe
Used to be broke, now got money for days
If I don't make it, the devil remains

[Verse 2: VAGUE]
Not bound, but hear it loud
All that talkin' you did
And got shot down
What's the plot now?
When you runnin' yo' mouths
Runnin' in circles, I'm chasin' a mouse
All the shit you'd rather read
Would you put it down
Just to follow me?
Be a black sheep, with a lack of sleep
See the color bleedin', through the red sheets
As rituals risin', you gotta keep fightin'
To know what the demons are gettin'
All of the soulless, with a bad mind
Didn't even give notice
'Cause you seein' now
What you leavin' out
Like a flock of crows
Groupin' all around
Try to find a home, when you fly alone
Now wishin' for death
You should of know
Findin' yourself in the rabbit hole
Given out and you lettin' go
And you gotta know
That all of the problems are normal
And never stop
'Cause the world is a fucken prop
With the friends you might of lost
And the things that you could of fought
But keep doin' you
Feelin' blind, but know what you gotta do
Soon people will know what you goin' through
[Chorus: T.R.I.P.]
On my way to the grave
Gang got them K's, ayy
Fuck out my face
Swear y'all ain't safe, ayy
Demons all inside my brain
Capturing bodies they all in my safe
Used to be broke, now got money for days
If I don't make it, the devil remains