Now It's My Turn

Lyrics for Now It's My Turn

How come you don't hear me Ma? Tell me where your hearing went How you just gon' leave me In this social experiment? Wonder why we take these pills Everything we want is sick Heart is like a toilet bowl Mama, I want so much shit Young, black, and I want that Dreams of Americana And girl I like when niggas do buys So sorry Mama, but I wanna So 6 in the morning? Ain't rolling with no army And I got that pink thing on me Dreams of the money Mommy, can't take it from me Mommy Uh I've been waiting in the dark here all night Waiting for some inspiration to pass by Got my hair straight, and finally my vibes right But that don't concern you It's my turn now, it's my turn now This might burn now, it's my world now It's my turn now, it's my turn now This might burn now, it's my world now It's my turn now Once he sees his people red Time to get his peoples fed Tokyo, archetype Yes, he is a sneakerhead He packs man (packs man) Justice for his enemies Yes, he's got those power pellets Wak-wak-wak-wak, energy Young, black, and I'm on that Dreams of Americana Perfect guy that's ready to rise So sorry mama, but I wanna So 6 in the morning? Ain't rolling with no army And he got that pink thing on him Dreams of the money Mommy, can't take it from him Mommy Uh I know this just leaves you confused Cause there's forces that's unseen Okay, the least you could do Take some time and check on me Tell the preacher before he judge Okay y'all, just say a prayer Write it on a paper plane Do me a favor, throw it in the air You keep saying, "Quit the game" Don't you know we play to win? Racing with my lady friend Chopped chopped on that 'Cedes Benz So 6 in the morning? You see them eyes is squintin'? See the way them rims is spinnin'? Dreams of the money Mommy, can't take it from me Mommy Sorry [Hook