It's My Time (Feat. Lyfe Jennings)

[Intro: Lyfe Jennings] (Rick Ross talking) It's my time (Rick Ross) It's my time (Finna' lay back on this shit man) (Dade County dope boy) [Verse 1] I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack I don't give a fuck, I'll push ya hat back Still sellin dubs, nigga, that's fact You can hit me on the cell pimp, that's that I had to pawn my chain and grab a half ounce Ten years later time for me to cash out You dealin wit a dope dealin dictator Fuck trafficking nigga, I get this shit catered See the clip tailored, only the Coogi shit I fucks wit Damon, I'm in the movies kid My mom reminisce on the late nights When I used to reel 'em in with the straight white '96, Seventeen with a lil' Beamer First foreign car far from a lil' dreamer Daddy severed his relationships I think momma quit him 'cause he wasn't makin shit Who ever thought that I'd make it rich? The bottom of the barrel, with a bucket of Crys' I'm tellin you man... Life a funny thing You ain't a dope by 'til yo ass got a gun and chain [Chorus: Lyfe Jennings] (ad-libbing) It's my time (It's my time, yeah, oh) It's my time (I'm gonna shine, I'm gonna shine) It's my time [Verse 2] Ain't rappin I'm talkin, ain't talkin I'm scrappin Ain't scrappin, I'm shootin, they just askin what happened Ain't shoot then I'm shot, ain't shot then I'm shootin I ain't caught by the cops, fuck the cops I'm eluding Ain't hearin the sirens, but I'm seeing the sirens Ain't seeing the sirens, why am I being so violent? That's in the nature of being a nigga Being beat down, then able to get up Being let down, then able to sit up Be the false charge, a nigga acquit it I ain't hating on ya, dog I pray for ya Be safe, I heard they got a case for ya Be straight, stay away from them fake lawyers You'll be working for the state like you they laywers Stay loyal, your time will come... For you to be free and shine like the sun I'm so blessed, to be in this position Holdin on my .45 listenin to every whisper... I'm so blessed, to be in this position Holdin on my .45 listenin to every whisper... [Chorus: Lyfe Jennings] (ad-libbing) It's my time (It's my time, yeah, oh) It's my time (I'm gonna shine, I'm gonna shine) It's my time [Verse 3] Other niggaz sleep, I'm on my job Soon as cats get 'laxed, I'm going hard That's the rules of the game for the underdog Every wonder dog, long as I been going off (Ross!) I left it in Gods hands... Block told me once, "Ross, this is God's plan" I'm like "aw, man", a man run a label like "Amen" Sign a Ray Charles, I could see it all A lot of undercover agents wanna see me fall See me fell, in the hell of shells Expired, no liar, I live the tale I look forward to working with all the real niggaz I look forward to looking back on drug dealing I look forward to making my momma smile once Look forward, just know I'm smoking them loud blunts Eight-hundred an ounce, while you running ya mouth I'm loading the guns... Who running the South? I'm on ya porch, knocking at ya front door I got my money right nigga, and I want war [Chorus: Lyfe Jennings] (ad-libbing) It's my time (It's my time, yeah, oh) It's my time (I'm gonna shine, I'm gonna shine) It's my time (Yeah... yeah... yeaaah) It's my time (There'll be no stopping me!) (There'll be no stopping me now)