On Schedule

I got some neck and I fell in love
Got me a check, I done leveled up
Hit the spotlight — no pressure
Feel like I’m right on schedule
Say you wanna ride this dick?
Baby you’re right on schedule
First I went and spiked my kicks
Then I went and iced my bezel
I done tried my hand with the dope
I done tried my hand whipping coke
I done had my back ‘gainst the ropes
Now a nigga back with the smoke
World in my hands — no pressure
Features — 20 bands, no lesser
Know it felt like forever
But a nigga right on schedule, yeah
Walk in the bank
Smell like Versace & dank
Lil' niggas ain’t got no rank
You know I’ma come out on top like a tank
Gray chinchilla like Frank
They say I walk around like my shit don’t stank
If I walk by then your bitch gon' faint
2:17 nigga hard in the paint
I got the wave, yeah nigga I got the wave
Already knew it was coming, they’ve been avoiding this shit like the plague
I know they mad, they fell asleep at the party, it’s written all over their face
But they ain’t bad, if they get it started, like a crip typing, I take out the
K’s — Bang!
I done ran up a check
They give me much respect
Acting an ass like Eddie in Shrek
One foot on the gas, one foot on their neck
Keep a lil' mag, I ain’t talking Jet
From rags to bags my nigga I’m next
Trap at it’s best — my victory lap
No it ain’t Nipsey but yeah this shit slap
Too many niggas that I had to clap —
And bury a ratchet like BAPS —
For me to listen to fuck niggas rap
I ain’t Mr. Marcus, don’t fuck with the cap
All of you lames a thing of the past
Like Major Payne, this cake got me gassed
Fuck out my lane, I’m moving too fast
Aaliyah on Dame, I’m doing the dash
I got some neck and I fell in love
Got me a check, I done leveled up
Hit the spotlight — no pressure
Feel like I’m right on schedule
Say you wanna ride this dick?
Baby you’re right on schedule
First I went and spiked my kicks
Then I went and iced my bezel
I done tried my hand with the dope
I done tried my hand whipping coke
I done had my back ‘gainst the ropes
Now a nigga back with the smoke
World in my hands — no pressure
Features — 20 bands, no lesser
Know it felt like forever
But a nigga right on schedule, yeah
Walk in the bank
Smell like Versace & dank
Lil' niggas ain’t got no rank
You know I’ma come out on top like a tank
Gray chinchilla like Frank
They say I walk around like my shit don’t stank
If I walk by then your bitch gon' faint
2:17 nigga hard in the paint
I lost my bitch to the pack
She say she ain’t coming back
Fuck it, Return of the Mack
Like Baby D, I keep a new snack
Call me Lex Luger the way I burn money — nigga I might torch a rack
How much I got on my neck? It’s 100 — just like Gorilla Zoe’s tat
I got an evil soul
Party bus — keep the pole
All of my dogs got a common goal
If you ain’t ‘bout it then vámonos
I want 1st place, you know I can’t lag
It’s a sack race and I’m in my bag
Niggas Rupaul, their life is a drag
And like Blankman, I see through the rag
Swear a young nigga on the brink
I’m just trying to get to the Brinks
I was pouring liquor, wasn’t old enough to drink
So I keep the sawed off nose like the Sphinx
If you ‘bout cake, hit my phone we can link
No cheapskates, bring my own to the rink
Feels like a lifelong grind
Feels like I’m right on time
I got some neck and I fell in love
Got me a check, I done leveled up
Hit the spotlight — no pressure
Feel like I’m right on schedule
Say you wanna ride this dick?
Baby you’re right on schedule
Baby you’re right on schedule
Baby you’re right on schedule