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