"No Handouts" lyrics

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