BURIAL GROUNDS UNAVERAGE GANG (Ft. NijalVeli)

[Intro]
Damn, T.R.I.P., that shit lit

[Verse 1: T.R.I.P.]
Burning with the burner, bitch, I mob wit' my niggas
I got the semi automatic wit a Manual transmission
Bitch I’m wolf, you a dog barking all that shit
You rolling wit a bunch of pussies claiming that they legit
It’s young T.R.I.P. never trippin' on a hoe ass bitch
I gotta keep that pistol grip incase a bitch run they lips
I gotta get that fuckin' money just to blow on the whip
You caught me rollin through yo city throwing up that triple 6
I’ll take yo' bitch up to a sacred place
And let her tell me all the fake shit you pussies claim
Sacrificing my haters then I fuckin' let it spray
UNAVERAGE GANG and Nijalveli will have these pussies just turning in they grave hoe

[Verse 2: VAGUE]
Still havin' visions, ownin' my decisions
Mothafuckas try to get in our way as we lay down the precision
In addition, one thing that everbody keep forgettin'
UNAVERAGE GANG in this bitch and we stayin' persistant
Long days, long nights, we give every ounce
Just grind, work hard, let's make this shit count
Key to success is to havin' a motive
The world is full of haters and distractions, VAGUE, how you stayin' so focused?
If you haven't noticed, I'm never open that should of been noted
The only person that knows it, be the person that wrote it
Scripture covered in roses and next to the lotus
Find another motherfucker like us, proven to be so devoted