Agenda

[Intro: Grafh] Yeah Y-y-y-yeah, ay (ay) Ay, ay, ay (ay) What up? My name Grafh, hoe (boom!) Me and Green in the stu' right now Smokin' some of the finest Y'nah mean? [Verse 1: Grafh] I'm back with the spirit of Nipsey Take a brick and I scissored it crispy (hot) Silencer on the nickel got it whistlin' Dixie My soul got soul, my spirit is drippin' in whiskey Your soul on sale, I could buy it (uh) I got drugs for sale, you could try it All that sleep and you still look tired (ha) I don't care 'bout your rap sheet, you look wired Fuck all the perjury, y'all should go ring the alarm for the burglary I'm on a long murder spree Y'all should be urgently callin' emergency This open-heart surgery, your blood spillin' over, dark burgundy All the flippin' over the raw perfectly Done created enough crack babies to open a small nursery Drop the top on the Range Rover, then park vertically (skrrt!) I break most of the law first degree I came throwin' a dart to break open the art surgically My chain glow in the dark, certainly, baby, bling (bling!) I'm fly, but I'm from the gutter I date project bitches that'll jump your mother (heh) Come for supper, all we servin' is guns and butter I'm with the smoke up above the muffler, fucker Chea [Chorus: Grafh] Yup, yup, you know Yup, yup, you know Ay, you know the agenda (ay, ay, uh, ay) Ay, yeah, you know the agenda (uh, ay, ay) Yup, yup, you know Yup, yup, you know Ay, you know the agenda No love for fuckboy pretender (aaw, uh, aaw) You know the agenda Fake out, real niggas in the center What up? [Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"] Uh; A million dollars later, they ask "am I down with Shady?" Nigga, I'm up with Em, I'm tired of this conversation Finally graduated, my dad said go to the army I went and got famous and joined the Rihanna Navy I'm the OG, but don't you ever try to play me I'm mature but I'll beat your ass like I'm DaBaby I'll come to where you and your homies dwell For spewin' them phony tales Kill you and bury you with your Sony sales And you and your lil' girly purse And your Laverne and Shirley shirts are receivin' only Ls You'll prob'ly burn from the smoke if you don't inhale Hurt people hurtin' to hurt, word to the homie Kells Two of your cronies fell, and you in a coma holdin' on for dear life Like Coolio ponytail And all they feel is sorrow Before the semi was auto I was semi-immortal Dvinci tires was on the car like Leonardo Two-tone Benz sittin' pretty like Winnie Harlow Ridin' off laughin' loud as Ricky Ricardo Haaaa... y'all niggas know the agenda If it's war, nigga, y'all niggas on the agenda I'm sendin' all of them henchmen out You know all the ins and out Ain't nothin' to talk about, or trip about We ain't squashin' nothin' yet, cut all the wimpin' out We got doctors on set, this is all the insanity niggas dreamt about I got the line on your family, nigga [?] I got choppers on deck, like one of y'all grannies just took her dentures out I'm a slave to my hooligan ways You shoot the fade, I lose the fade, I come back shootin' the Ks You shoot the K back, then I came back through and threw the grenade You the shit? Well, I'm the shit that came back through the bidet Sit in the booth unloadin', speed-loadin' truth Each flow is proof, the reason these hoes be on the net Deepthroatin' fruit Crackers told me to go back to Africa 'Cause I spit those facts, this the Colfax massacre 150+ black deaths, a city overrun by crack, meth One hit could be your last breath [Chorus: Grafh] Yup, yup, you know (uh) Yup, yup, you know Ay, you know the agenda (ay, ay, uh, ay) Ay, yeah, you know the agenda (uh, ay, ay) Yup, yup, you know Yup, yup, you know Ay, you know the agenda No love for fuckboy pretender (aaw, uh) You know the agenda Fake out, real niggas in the center What up doe?