Lyrics Agenda - Damez

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?