Testo Agenda - Grafh
Testo della canzone Agenda (Grafh), tratta dall'album Oracle III
Yeah
Y-y-y-yeah, ayy
Ayy, ayy, what up? My name real, bum!
Me and 'Crae in the stu' right now
Smokin' some of the finest, nah'mean?
Ayy, check
I'm back with the spirit of Nipsey
Take a brick and I sizzle it crispy
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
I got drugs for sale, you could try it
All that sleep and you still look tired
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, they're all perfectly
Done created enough crack babies to open a small nursery
Drop the top on the Range Rover then park vertically
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
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, chill
Yup, yup, you know, yup, yup, you know
Ayy, you know the agenda
Ayy, yuh, you know the agenda
Yup, yup, you know, yup, yup, you know
Ayy, you know the agenda
No love for fuckboy pretender
You know the agenda
Fake out, real niggas in the center, what up?
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 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 little girly purse
And your Laverne & Shirley shirts are receivin' only L's
You'll probably burn from the smoke if you don't inhale
Hurt people hurtin' to hurt, word to the homie Kells
And 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
DaVinci tires was on the car like Leonardo
Two-tone Benz sittin' pretty like Winnie Harlow
Ridin' off laughin' loud as Ricky Ricardo
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, they 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, niggas wince about
I got choppers on deck like one of y'all
Grannies just took her dentures out
Huh, I'm a slave to my hooligan ways
You shoot the fade, I lose the fade, I come back shootin' the K
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 bidets
Hit the booth, unloadin', speed-loadin' truth, each flow is proof
The reason these hoes be on the net deep-throatin' fruit
Crackers told me to go back to Africa
'Cause I spit those facts, this the Colfax Massacre
A hundred fifty plus black deaths, a city overrun by crack meth
One hit could be your last breath
Yup, yup, you know, yup, yup, you know
Ayy, you know the agenda
Ayy, yuh, you know the agenda
Yup, yup, you know, yup, yup, you know
Ayy, you know the agenda
No love for fuckboy pretender
You know the agenda
Fake out, real niggas in the center, what up?
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Writer(s): James D'agostino, Philip Anthony Bernard, Ryan Daniel Montgomery
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