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๐Ÿ‘ค Grafh โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Oracle 3 โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 3:57
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โฑ๏ธ 3:57 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 28051754

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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy
What up? My nigga, L
Me and Crazi' in the stu' right now
Smokin' some of the finest
Nah'mean? Ayy, ayy, check

I'm back with the spirit of Nipsey

Take a pack and I sizzle it crispy
Silencer on, a nigga 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
I call it perjury, y'all should go ring the alarm for the burglary
I'm on a long murder spree, I 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
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, fucka

Yeah, yeah, you know
Yeah, yeah, you know
Ayy, you know the agenda
Ayy, yeah, you know the agenda

Yeah, yeah, you know
Yeah, yeah, you know
Ayy, you know the agenda
No love for fuckboy pretenders

You know the agenda
Fake out, real niggas in the center
What up? Yeah, ayy

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' the hurt work 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
Da Vinci 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, 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 niggas wince about
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 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 to bidet
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

Yeah, yeah, you know
Yeah, yeah, you know
Ayy, you know the agenda
Ayy, yeah, you know the agenda

Yeah, yeah, you know
Yeah, yeah, you know
Ayy, you know the agenda
No love for fuckboy pretenders

You know the agenda
Fake out, real niggas in the center
What up? Yeah, ayy

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:02.36] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy
[00:08.85] What up? My nigga, L
[00:11.66] Me and Crazi' in the stu' right now
[00:14.52] Smokin' some of the finest
[00:16.45] Nah'mean? Ayy, ayy, check
[00:21.53] I'm back with the spirit of Nipsey
[00:23.92] Take a pack and I sizzle it crispy
[00:25.84] Silencer on, a nigga got it whistlin' Dixie
[00:28.00] My soul got soul, my spirit is drippin' in whiskey
[00:31.50] Your soul on sale, I could buy it
[00:34.31] I got drugs for sale, you could try it
[00:37.02] All that sleep and you still look tired
[00:39.23] I don't care 'bout your rap sheet, you look wired
[00:41.99] I call it perjury, y'all should go ring the alarm for the burglary
[00:44.98] I'm on a long murder spree, I should be urgently callin' emergency
[00:48.07] This open-heart surgery, your blood spillin' over dark burgundy
[00:51.35] All the flippin' over the raw perfectly
[00:53.10] Done created enough crack babies to open a small nursery
[00:56.63] Drop the top on the Range Rover, then park vertically
[00:59.24] I break most of the law, first degree
[01:01.16] I came throwin' a dart to break open the art surgically
[01:04.39] My chain glow in the dark certainly, baby, bling
[01:07.98] I'm fly but I'm from the gutter
[01:09.31] I date project bitches that'll jump your mother
[01:12.19] Come for supper, all we servin' is guns and butter
[01:14.56] I'm with the smoke up above the muffler, fucka
[01:19.44] Yeah, yeah, you know
[01:20.49] Yeah, yeah, you know
[01:21.79] Ayy, you know the agenda
[01:23.63] Ayy, yeah, you know the agenda
[01:29.40] Yeah, yeah, you know
[01:30.76] Yeah, yeah, you know
[01:32.09] Ayy, you know the agenda
[01:33.97] No love for fuckboy pretenders
[01:37.59] You know the agenda
[01:39.14] Fake out, real niggas in the center
[01:41.60] What up? Yeah, ayy
[01:43.31] A million dollars later, they ask am I down with Shady
[01:45.99] Nigga, I'm up with Em, I'm tired of this conversation
[01:48.61] Finally graduated, my dad said, "Go to the army"
[01:51.12] I went and got famous and joined the Rihanna Navy
[01:53.80] I'm the OG but don't you ever try to play me
[01:56.33] I'm mature but I'll beat your ass like I'm DaBaby
[01:58.95] I come to where you and your homies dwell for spewin' them phony tales
[02:02.20] Kill you and bury you with your Sony sales
[02:04.92] And you and your little girly purse
[02:06.42] And your Laverne & Shirley shirts are receivin' only L's
[02:09.66] You'll probably burn from the smoke if you don't inhale
[02:11.82] Hurt people hurtin' the hurt work to the homie Kells
[02:14.86] And two of your cronies fell
[02:16.20] And you in a coma holdin' on for dear life like Coolio ponytail
[02:20.39] And all they feel is sorrow
[02:21.85] Before the semi was auto, I was semi-immortal
[02:24.58] Da Vinci tires was on the car like Leonardo
[02:27.39] Two-tone Benz sittin' pretty like Winnie Harlow
[02:29.95] Ridin' off laughin' loud as Ricky Ricardo
[02:32.84] Y'all niggas know the agenda
[02:35.14] If it's war, nigga, y'all niggas on the agenda
[02:37.84] I'm sendin' all of them henchmen out, you know all the ins and out
[02:40.64] Ain't nothin' to talk about or trip about
[02:43.08] We ain't squashin' nothin' yet, cut all the wimpin' out
[02:45.64] We got doctors on set, this is all the insanity niggas dreamt about
[02:49.41] I got the line on your family niggas wince about
[02:52.17] I got choppers on deck like one of y'all
[02:54.12] Grannies just took her dentures out
[02:56.12] I'm a slave to my hooligan ways
[02:57.74] You shoot the fade, I lose the fade, I come back shootin' the K
[03:00.36] You shoot the K back, then I came back through and threw the grenade
[03:02.97] You the shit, well I'm the shit that came back through to bidet
[03:05.29] Hit the booth, unloadin', speed-loadin' truth, each flow is proof
[03:08.48] The reason these hoes be on the net deep-throatin' fruit
[03:11.42] Crackers told me to go back to Africa
[03:13.32] 'Cause I spit those facts, this the Colfax Massacre
[03:16.28] A hundred-fifty plus black deaths, a city overrun by crack meth
[03:19.98] One hit could be your last breath
[03:22.90] Yeah, yeah, you know
[03:24.20] Yeah, yeah, you know
[03:25.56] Ayy, you know the agenda
[03:27.53] Ayy, yeah, you know the agenda
[03:33.36] Yeah, yeah, you know
[03:34.62] Yeah, yeah, you know
[03:35.95] Ayy, you know the agenda
[03:37.85] No love for fuckboy pretenders
[03:41.48] You know the agenda
[03:43.07] Fake out, real niggas in the center
[03:45.56] What up? Yeah, ayy
[03:57.42]

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