[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 n***as in the center
What up?

[Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"]
Uh; A million dollars later, they ask "am I down with Shady?"
N***a, 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 n***as know the agenda
If it's war, n***a, y'all n***as 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 n***as dreamt about
I got the line on your family, n***a [?]
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 n***as in the center
What up doe?