Agenda

Hip-Hop Damez, I'm back with my agenda Never followed rules, I want my funeral magenta Just to piss off all my fucking homophobic relatives It's growing more imperative that I control my narratives So I spit fire through this pop filter Lala, you got to have the zaza for me to shop with ya Raising my rates and I don't control fates but if you fuck with me I'll bring ya fucking life to a stop quicker I'm in ya throat like some hot liquor Roll through ya hood like a drop shipper, enhanced like a stock filter I think if I was straight then maybe I would pop quicker? Playing the lotto, I'm on the reposado Can't be in my vicinity if you possessing maybes Or fragile masculinity like Boosie, Tip, or Baby It's crazy cause them very clothes you wearing was designed By the same group of people you still tryna keep behind You ain't worried bout the kids, you just use 'em as a shield To hide behind the bigotry of how you really feel Ain't no think pieces and emails as long as it's some females That's kissing in the back seat And you can check my rap sheet I'm running circles 'round these washed up rappers like a track meet Been flexing like an athlete, I'm jigging to the back beat Work selling then the trap eat, and my niggas pack heat Suggest to keep it cool before they buss and make ya hat leak And I ain't even really scratch the surface Defeat the self doubt, don't defeat the purpose Make sure you got it or you won't complete the purchase A man without a plan is like a clown without a circus That's Damez, he go crazy on the mics and shit Rollin' blunts, super straight on the pipes and shit Fat ass with the fucking tiger stripes and shit I get faded, grab my pen and then I write some shit About this crazy world we living in, my homies steady giving in The doors steady kicking in, I never cared 'bout fitting in (Nope) Whipping a E-Class that motherfucker speed fast I cop me a Peach Pass then reach for my weed stash No sports teams but I'm ballin' nigga Better have a money move if you callin' nigga It's my time to shine and you know I'm stallin' nigga Damez goin' up, ain't that shit appalling nigga? And I ain't really even in my prime yet But I just been grinding like the time set Mindset on the fucking money, not a bitch though I can tell you broke but I ain't never been a snitch though Came up on cassettes and CDs on the block I don't smoke no cigarettes but the trees stay in stock It's the D-A-M to the I-E-N, and if I stand out, nigga why be in? It's motherfuck the cops and motherfuck the opps My niggas got good credit we talking trades and stocks Ima always keep it real, that's what I get from my Pops They'll give me a fuckin' bullet 'fore they give me my props I got this war in my mind but I don't know who winning All this Patron in my body and my head keep spinning Yo, how Ima get to heaven? I mean if I keep sinning? I swear life will drive you crazy man just keep living (On God) And I ain't even really scratch the surface Defeat the self doubt, don't defeat the purpose Make sure you got it or you won't complete the purchase A man without a plan is like a clown without a circus (Damez) And I ain't even really scratch the surface Defeat the self doubt, don't defeat the purpose Make sure you got it or you won't complete the purchase A man without a plan is just a clown without a circus (Damez) Hip-hop This rap shit... It's just in me Know what I'm saying?