Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It's My Time , by - Rick Ross. Release date: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
It's My Time |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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? |
| Thats 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… |
| 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 |
| Other niggaz sleep, I’m on my job |
| Soon as cats get 'laxed, I’m going hard |
| Thats 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 |
| 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) |