Grafh, Royce da 5'9" - Agenda lyrics

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?

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

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?

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

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?