Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Agenda, artist - Grafh
Date of issue: 05.03.2020
Song language: English
Agenda |
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 |
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, yeah, you know the agenda |
Yup, yup, you know |
Yup, yup, you know |
Ay, you know the agenda |
No love for fuckboy pretender |
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 |
Sent 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 |
Yup, yup, you know |
Ay, you know the agenda |
Ay, yeah, you know the agenda |
Yup, yup, you know |
Yup, yup, you know |
Ay, you know the agenda |
No love for fuckboy pretender |
You know the agenda |
Fake out, real niggas in the center |
What up doe? |