It’s My Time lyrics

[Intro: Samuel L. Jackson]
AK-47, the very best there is. When you absolutely, positively, got to kill every motherf*cker in the room; accept no substitutes


[Chorus]
I got your b*tch on my di*k 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 motherf*cking time
Now young n*gga doin' gang signs
When I look in the mirror, all I see is dollar signs
According to this [?], b*tch it's my time
It's my time, yeah, it's my time

[Verse 1]
Yeah b*tch, it's my time
Spent a brick on my left wrist
And all that smoking, staying high times
[?]
f*cked your b*tch without trying
f*ckn*ggas 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 sh*t
It's Dolph
[Chorus]
I got your b*tch on my di*k 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 motherf*cking time
Now young n*gga doin' gang signs
When I look in the mirror, all I see is dollar signs
According to this [?], b*tch it's my time
It's my time, yeah, it's my time

[Verse 2]
Yeah b*tch, it's my time
Spent a brick on my left wrist
And all that smoking, staying high times
Eyes red [?]
f*cked your b*tch without trying
f*ckn*ggas 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 n*gga that sacked up over your b*tch house and leaving residue
I don't give a f*ck, yeah I'm rude
Been doing this sh*t since highschool
Don't give a f*ck about my b*tch's feelings
So f*ck a n*gga with an attitude
Shooting as you turn on my streets, you smell that killa-kush, yeah
Everytime that n*gga come around, I smell pus*y
I'm heavyweight, you're a feather
I just might go Federer
Designer-gear from head to toe with clear rocks in my pistol
b*tch
[Chorus]
I got your b*tch on my di*k 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 motherf*cking time
Now young n*gga doin' gang signs
When I look in the mirror, all I see is dollar signs
According to this [?], b*tch it's my time
It's my time, yeah, it's my time

[Verse 3]
Come through my hood and everybody [?]
I'm just relaxing at the spot getting rid of these peeps
Polosweater, polo[?]
Got a bad b*tch flew in from Portland
She at the peak by wearing nothing
5 pounds left in, I'm coming
Crazy sh*t I used to f*ck a cousin
Well uhh, that's a a whole other subject
Ghetto b*tch was too loud in public
Long hair, fat ass, no manners
b*tch 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 b*tch with me
Young n*gga hit a hundred thousands in all twenties in the attic, n*gga
Pounds allowed in the mansion, n*gga
Pounds already in the cabin, n*gga
[Chorus]
I got your b*tch on my di*k 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 motherf*cking time
Now young n*gga doin' gang signs
When I look in the mirror, all I see is dollar signs
According to this [?], b*tch it's my time
It's my time, yeah, it's my time