Agenda - Grafh, Royce 5'9

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?