It’s My Time

Lyrics

[Intro: Samuel L. Jackson] AK-47, the very best there is. When you absolutely, positively, got to kill every motherfucker in the room; accept no substitutes [Chorus] I got your bitch on my dick and I got money on my mind [?] nothing but money on my line Got 30 on my watch still keep up with the time According to the streets, it's my motherfucking time Now young nigga doin' gang signs When I look in the mirror, all I see is dollar signs According to this [?], bitch it's my time It's my time, yeah, it's my time [Verse 1 (false start)] Yeah bitch, it's my time Spent a brick on my left wrist And all that smoking, staying high times [?] Fucked your bitch without trying Fuckniggas saying my name, and watch me pull up with the Glock, now [Interlude] Hold up, hold up Found this A-plus Now, let's get back to this shit It's Dolph [Chorus] I got your bitch on my dick and I got money on my mind [?] nothing but money on my line Got 30 on my watch still keep up with the time According to the streets, it's my motherfucking time Now young nigga doin' gang signs When I look in the mirror, all I see is dollar signs According to this [?], bitch it's my time It's my time, yeah, it's my time [Verse 1] Yeah bitch, it's my time Spent a brick on my left wrist And all that smoking, staying high times Eyes red [?] Fucked your bitch without trying Fuckniggas saying my name, and watch me pull up with the Glock, now One foot in the traphouse One foot in the rap booth The type of nigga that sacked up over your bitch house and leaving residue I don't give a fuck, yeah I'm rude Been doing this shit since highschool Don't give a fuck about my bitch's feelings So fuck a nigga with an attitude Shooting as you turn on my streets, you smell that killa-kush, yeah Everytime that nigga come around, I smell pussy I'm heavyweight, you're a feather I just might go Federer Designer-gear from head to toe with clear rocks in my pistol Bitch [Chorus] I got your bitch on my dick and I got money on my mind [?] nothing but money on my line Got 30 on my watch still keep up with the time According to the streets, it's my motherfucking time Now young nigga doin' gang signs When I look in the mirror, all I see is dollar signs According to this [?], bitch it's my time It's my time, yeah, it's my time [Verse 2] Come through my hood and everybody [?] I'm just relaxing at the spot getting rid of these peeps Polosweater, polo[?] Got a bad bitch flew in from Portland She at the peak by wearing nothing 5 pounds left in, I'm coming Crazy shit I used to fuck a cousin Well uhh, that's a a whole other subject Ghetto bitch was too loud in public Long hair, fat ass, no manners Bitch head was so good That I stayed down in her throat like throat cancer Texted my plug one time, two days later flipped the whole city Ran through the city of Memphis Drug traffic, your bitch with me Young nigga hit a hundred thousands in all twenties in the attic, nigga Pounds allowed in the mansion, nigga Pounds already in the cabin, nigga [Chorus] I got your bitch on my dick and I got money on my mind [?] nothing but money on my line Got 30 on my watch still keep up with the time According to the streets, it's my motherfucking time Now young nigga doin' gang signs When I look in the mirror, all I see is dollar signs According to this [?], bitch it's my time It's my time, yeah, it's my time