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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Vocals
Lyfe Jennings
Lyfe Jennings
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Harr
Andrew Harr
Composer
Jermaine Jackson
Jermaine Jackson
Composer
Chester Jennings
Chester Jennings
Songwriter
Elvin "Big Chuck" Prince
Elvin "Big Chuck" Prince
Composer
William Leonard Roberts II
William Leonard Roberts II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Runners
The Runners
Producer
Elvin "Big Chuck" Prince
Elvin "Big Chuck" Prince
Recording Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

It's my time, Rick Ross It's my time (Finna' lay back on this *** man) (Dade County dope boy) I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack I don't give a f***, I'll push ya hat back Still sellin' dubs, n***, that's fact You can hit me on the cell pimp, that's that I had to pawn my chain to grab a half ounce Ten years later, time for me to cash out You dealin' wit a *** dealin' dictator Traffickin' ***, I get this s*** catered See the clip tailored, only the Coogi s*** I f*** 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' s*** 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 boy 'til yo *** got a *** 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, *** the cops, I'm eludin' Ain't hearin' the sirens, but I'm seein' the sirens Ain'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 up Bein' let down, then able to sit up Be the false charge, a n*** acquit it I ain't hatin' 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 workin' for the State like you they lawyer 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) It's my time (I'm gonna shine, I'm gonna shine) It's my time Other n*** sleep, I'm on my job Soon as cats get 'laxed, I'm goin' hard That's the rules of the game for the underdog Every wonder dog, long as I been going off I left it in God's hands Block told me once, "Ross, this is God's plan" I'm like "Aaw, 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 workin' with all the real n*** I look forward to lookin' back on drug dealin' I look forward to makin' my momma smile once Look forward, just know I'm smokin' them loud Eight hundred an ounce while you runnin' ya mouth I'm loadin' the guns, who runnin' the South? I'm on your porch, knockin' at your front door I got my money right and I want war It'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' me There'll be no stoppin' me now
Writer(s): Lyfe Jennings, Andrew Harr, Jermaine Jackson, Johnny Mollings, William Roberts, Elvin Prince, Leonard Mollings Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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