It's My Time Lyrics - 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)