God’s Schedule lyrics

[Chorus]
Me tryna keep up with all my hoes gettin' stressful
Stuck up in the hood, still pus*y, I left you
Never gave a f*ck, f*ck a n*gga, God bless you
Send him to the Lord, add that boy to God's schedule

[Verse]
I just f*cked your ho, got some face in my bathrobe
No Flex Zone, I don't brag, so why they mad for?
So high off that Ganja, got a n*gga feelin' astral
He say he want smoke, boy, be careful what you ask for
Grab my M14 and rip that n*gga a new as*h*le
Way before the virus, I would pop out with my mask on
Feel like Soulja Boy, hop out the bed and turn my swag on
I don't got no waves, but got a Gucci du-rag on
Mama had seven kids, but I'm the one she brag on
Never bought my b*tch a pursе, but got a Birkin bag on
G-Stars hold my XD, so you know my pants gon' sag on
The next n*gga that test mе get a big black plastic bag on

[Chorus]
Me tryna keep up with all my hoes gettin' stressful
Stuck up in the hood, still pus*y, I left you
Never gave a f*ck, f*ck a n*gga, God bless you
Send him to the Lord, add that boy to God's schedule
[Outro]
Send him to the Lord, add that boy to God's schedule
Send him to the Lord, add that boy to God's schedule
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