It's My Time

It's my time, Rick RossIt's my time(Finna' lay back on this *** man)(Dade County dope boy)I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mackI don't give a f***, I'll push ya hat backStill sellin' dubs, n***, that's factYou can hit me on the cell pimp, that's thatI had to pawn my chain to grab a half ounceTen years later, time for me to cash outYou dealin' wit a *** dealin' dictatorTraffickin' ***, I get this s*** cateredSee the clip tailored, only the Coogi s***I f*** wit Damon, I'm in the movies, kidMy mom reminisce on the late nightsWhen I used to reel 'em in with the straight white'96, seventeen with a lil' BeamerFirst foreign car, far from a lil' dreamerDaddy severed his relationshipsI think momma quit him 'cause he wasn't makin' s***Who ever thought that I'd make it rich?The bottom of the barrel with a bucket of CrysI'm tellin' you, man, life a funny thingYou ain't a dope boy 'til yo *** got a *** and chainIt's my time(It's my time, yeah, oh)It's my time(I'm gonna shine, I'm gonna shine)It's my timeAin't rappin', I'm talkin', ain't talkin', I'm scrappinAin't scrappin', I'm shootin', they just askin' what happenedAin't shoot, then I'm shot, ain't shot, then I'm shootinI ain't caught by the cops, *** the cops, I'm eludinAin't hearin' the sirens, but I'm seein' the sirensAin't seein' the sirens, why am I bein' so violent?That's in the nature of being a n***Bein' beat down, then able to get upBein' let down, then able to sit upBe the false charge, a n*** acquit itI ain't hatin' on ya, dog, I pray for yaBe safe, I heard they got a case for yaBe straight, stay away from them fake lawyersYou'll be workin' for the State like you they lawyerStay loyal, your time will comeFor you to be free and shine like the sunI'm so blessed to be in this positionHoldin' on my 45 listenin' to every whisperI'm so blessed to be in this positionHoldin' on my 45 listenin' to every whisperIt's my time(It's my time, yeah)It's my time(I'm gonna shine, I'm gonna shine)It's my timeOther n*** sleep, I'm on my jobSoon as cats get 'laxed, I'm goin' hardThat's the rules of the game for the underdogEvery wonder dog, long as I been going offI left it in God's handsBlock told me once, "Ross, this is God's plan"I'm like "Aaw, man"A man run a label like 'AmenSign a Ray Charles, I could see it allA lot of undercover agents wanna see me fallSee me fell in the hell of shellsExpired, no liar, I live the taleI look forward to workin' with all the real n***I look forward to lookin' back on drug dealinI look forward to makin' my momma smile onceLook forward, just know I'm smokin' them loudEight hundred an ounce while you runnin' ya mouthI'm loadin' the guns, who runnin' the South?I'm on your porch, knockin' at your front doorI got my money right and I want warIt's my time(It's my time, yeah)It's my time(I'm gonna shine, I'm gonna shine)It's my time(Yeah, yeah, yeah)It's my time, ain't be no stoppin' meThere'll be no stoppin' me now