Now It's My Turn Songtext / Lyric

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



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