The Final Agenda

I'm wishing the best for you
Out of my element, I knew I wasn't the one for you
I-I m-miss the smell of your body
I-I m-miss, you left my heart rotten
Like I'm r-really sad you know, you wasn't no average ho
I ain't no average joe, turn this shit to a classic though
Off the rope Randy Savage thou
And I'm cutting you off, so I'm last fasho
She belongs to the city
I can't give out opinion
And the way that you kill it, I'm feeling like Ricky
Got shot in my back cause I showed them my pity

With my old bitch
But that wasn't my element though, so I don't know
My bitch a junkie, she taking it slow
Can't look at her straight with that white on her nose
Why did she leave me? Man, nobody knows
Bitch, I'm on fire that's left in the cold
4ersona, ain't breaking no code
Bitch I'm Armoni, I'm back on my mode

I-I m-miss the smell of your body
I-I m-miss, you left my heart rotten
Like I'm r-really sad you know, you wasn't no average ho

Yo mans got put in the past ya know, iffy, I'm smoking yo pack fasho
How you gon' shoot with no badges though?
Got twenty-one bitches, I'm savage though
His man got put on a stretcher, that's not my bitch, but I text her though
My money work, it be flexing ho
She be like, "Che, you the best," I know
Your bitch a skank and I reckon ho
Bitch, just like Ralph, I'm finna wreck it, ho
Bitch, I'm not third, I'm not second though
Put on Nike 'fore nigga get technical
I'm wishing the worst for you
Oh your purse get stole if you snoop
Made my heart go from red to the blue
Hoping all of your goals go to fluke
All because you went back to your roots
And these niggas can't hang, get a noose
I know, I'm sorry for the news
But it's time to go back to my boose
If you look at my cup then its booze
If I wanted that ho, give me two
Bitch my money despicable, Gru
Gotta pick, you gon' win or you lose

Nah, I ain't finished

I-I m-miss the smell of your body
I-I m-miss, you left my heart rotten
But I'm r-really sad you know, you wasn't no average ho
I ain't no average joe, turn this shit to a classic though
Off the rope Randy Savage thou
And I'm cutting you off, so I'm last fasho
She belongs to the city
I can't give out opinion
And the way that you kill it, I'm feeling like Ricky
Got shot in my back 'cause I showed them my pity

My bitch, she bad, giving Houston, no Whitney
TisaKorean bitch, I'm way too silly
Got my number, you know you can hit me
But if I don't answer, I might just be tipsy

(Gang, fucking crazy bro)