Perfect Timing Lyrics – Li Rye

[Intro]
(Aztro in the cut)

[Chorus]
Wake up, pour a cup, I’m tryna fu*k her off the lean
Hundred thousand, it just ain’t enough, ain’t enough
I see in your heart that your the one that’s made for me
And a n!gga know not to play with us, we send him up
Foreign whips, exotic s*it, we spin out everything
Ran it up, now I can buy the b!tch
Went to Jonny Dang, spent fifty thousand, put it on my partner wrist
Spent that on permanent diamonds, so they listen when I talk my s*it

[Verse]
S*it feel like perfect timing, no I ain’t lying, mama, I’m really rich
Ain’t know when I had nothing, how they telling me that I’m Heaven-sent
Spent a hundred-fifty housand in a week, ran back up every cent
Since day one, know I always kept it G, they know I been real since
In traffic sitting behind real tints, it get dark as fu*k behind three percent
Been wondering where all my killers went, been wondering where all my n!ggas went
Been wondering where all my n!ggas been, been wondering what all my brothers doing
Been praying that I ain’t gotta kill one of my dogs ’cause I don’t wanna do it
Seen Bhlacky was fighting, now I made my big brother come do it
Ten thousand dollars for the night, that didn’t even include the shoot
All these Cuban racks legit, we don’t do no recruit
All these Cuban racks in Vegas, we don’t do no recruit
We way deep in the water like the Navy, more sticks than Al-Qaeda
If she tell me that she don’t wanna fu*k, then I won’t even try it
I ran it up, they know I got them bucks, I told you I could buy it
It stay with me, gotta keep my pistol tucked, hang your ass out like a dryer
Split a half an Adderall with Bhlacky, we rolling like a tire
And I keep throwing these Percocets back to back, told bae I don’t get tired
Since day one, always told you the truth, I fu*king hate a liar
Hold it in, then release my pain in the booth, but it’s a different flier
I know it’s a different life, I know it’s a long way
And I’ll probably never find a wife, these b!tches never come to stay
Dealing with problems in my life, forget it all when I look in your face
I been wanna give you my all, but something just tell me stay away
I don’t like to answer calls, answer my problems with switches and Dracs
I got so much talent, I just hope I don’t let it go to waste
*** trip you up with this choppa, lay flat down on your face
No sorry, save that s*it for your mama, that’s if you survive today
We clap s*it and ride away, all the opps just a few miles away
But them n!ggas never come outside to play, “Damn, you ain’t gon’ slide today?”
“Your partner dead, you ain’t gon’ ride today?” Better ride my diamonds like rollerblades
Binary trigger on the Drac’, when I hit that b!tch, I’ll knock out my shoulder blade
“What your business? How you get money?” I ain’t tripping, b!tch I’ll show you the blade
You can never hit my phone again, these hoes don’t wanna be saved
I’m in a Redeye, riding down rodeo, this money keep me sane
A hundred thousand, that ain’t nothing, I stuffed that in the safe
I just can’t stop spending these hundreds, my mind in a rage
I knew I had to get up, go get it, couldn’t do no minimum wage
And I get six figures for an album, b!tch, I’m fu*king paid
And if you catch me with your b!tch, you know that ho getting slayed
Mad rich, I was way happier back in the day (Happy)
I take care and go pull me fifty out the bank
I barely clean my own house, that’s why I pay the maid
We catch him lacking ’round with them switches, his ass getting fish filleted

[Chorus]
Wake up, pour a cup, I’m tryna fu*k her off the lean
Hundred thousand, it just ain’t enough, ain’t enough
I see in your heart that your the one that’s made for me
And a n!gga know not to play with us, we send him up
Foreign whips, exotic s*it, we spin out everything
Ran it up, now I can buy the b!tch
Went to Jonny Dang, spent fifty thousand, put it on my partner wrist
Spent that on permanent diamonds, so they listen when I talk my s*it

[Chorus]
The chorus of “Perfect Timing” conveys a lifestyle of indulgence and excess, depicting a desire for pleasure and luxury. The opening lines suggest a hedonistic pursuit (“Wake up, pour a cup, I’m tryna fu*k her off the lean”), followed by a reflection on the inadequacy of wealth (“Hundred thousand, it just ain’t enough”). Amidst the extravagance, there’s an acknowledgment of a deeper connection (“I see in your heart that you’re the one that’s made for me”), alongside a warning against crossing boundaries (“And a n!gga know not to play with us, we send him up”). The references to expensive purchases like foreign cars and jewelry underscore the theme of material abundance and power, indicating the rapper’s influence and dominance in his environment.

[Verse]
The verse of “Perfect Timing” delves into the rapper’s complex emotions, experiences, and mindset as he navigates through a life of wealth, violence, and self-reflection.

The opening lines express a sense of achievement and gratitude, as the rapper reflects on his newfound riches, describing it as “perfect timing.” He acknowledges his humble beginnings, expressing disbelief at being labeled as “Heaven-sent” now that he’s successful. Despite his rapid accumulation of wealth (“Spent a hundred-fifty thousand in a week”), he remains grounded, emphasizing his authenticity (“Since day one, know I always kept it G”).

As the verse progresses, the rapper delves into the harsh realities of his environment, where violence and danger lurk (“In traffic sitting behind real tints, it get dark as fu*k behind three percent”). He reflects on the absence of friends and associates who may have been involved in criminal activities (“Been wondering where all my killers went”), highlighting the transient nature of relationships and the constant threat of violence.

There’s a sense of conflict between the desire for loyalty and the need for self-preservation, as the rapper grapples with the possibility of having to harm someone close to him (“Praying that I ain’t gotta kill one of my dogs ’cause I don’t wanna do it”). The verse also touches on themes of substance abuse and self-medication as coping mechanisms for the pressures of his lifestyle (“Split a half an Adderall with Bhlacky”).

Amidst the chaos and danger, the rapper finds solace in his music, using it as a means to express his pain and truth (“Hold it in, then release my pain in the booth”). However, there’s a lingering sense of isolation and distrust towards others, as he navigates through a world where loyalty is scarce and betrayal is common.

The verse concludes with a mix of bravado and vulnerability, as the rapper reflects on the fleeting nature of happiness and the constant pursuit of wealth. Despite his material success, there’s a sense of emptiness and discontentment, as he grapples with the darker aspects of his lifestyle and the sacrifices he’s made along the way.

Overall, the verse provides a raw and introspective glimpse into the rapper’s psyche, revealing the complexities of his life, the struggles he faces, and the inner turmoil he grapples with amidst a world of wealth, violence, and self-discovery.

[Chorus]
The chorus of “Perfect Timing” depicts a lifestyle of indulgence and dominance. It begins with a hedonistic desire for pleasure (“Wake up, pour a cup, I’m tryna fu*k her off the lean”), followed by a reflection on the insufficiency of wealth (“Hundred thousand, it just ain’t enough”). Amidst the opulence, there’s recognition of a deeper connection (“I see in your heart that you’re the one that’s made for me”), coupled with a warning against challenging their authority. References to luxury purchases like expensive jewelry further emphasize the rapper’s affluence and influence, solidifying their status in their environment.