Take your time young man
 Mama used to say don't you rush to get old
 Mama used to say take it in your stride
 Uh, uh Killa Cam
 Mama used to say live your life
 Federica
 Live your life

 Ey yo Cam, this rap shit
 How you know I love games
 It's like I got a habit
 Gotta keep the drug game
 Why
 Until we blow up with that ol' platinum thug thing
 Ey yo what you think lame nigga I feel the same
 Cause I be outside nigga, cocaine and me
 But if it ain't about money then it ain't about me
 Well I ain't in poverty and no one's starving me
 Cause when we first felt heat we sought robbery
 Now, ain't that the pot callin' the kettle black
 I know y'all ain't gonna come out and front like that
 When yall got knocked, yall was dying in jail
 The way you keep on calling, crying for bail
 Acting like criminals, yall some fake generals
 What you know abut bail being more than ten thousand (Cam: nah nah nah)
 Peep the old way, how I done sold cake
 Behind the closed drapes, on one of your old plates
 And the tubes of Colgate
 Two and four states, yeah I can verify
 Man a nigga never lie
 Go head wit your killer schemes
 Nah we gotta iller dreams
 Land in the Philippines I got about four mil a piece
 Kiddies on the corner, they got a lil' team
 And they keep frontin
 Are they gonna jump me too
 I wish they would
 Jump me please jump me too
 That's what I'm sayin with y'all
 Monkey see monkey do
 Now y'all niggas can see why I want to plead insanity
 But what the fuck am I gonna do, this just my family

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 Mama used to say take your time young man
 Mama used to say don't you rush to get old
 Mama used to say take it in your stride
 Mama used to say live your life, live your life

 Now when it's time to chill out
 I might pull the silks out
 But I'll do your body good cause you know I'm illed out
 I took an ill route, I might pull some krills out
 Cause that cash and the weed, you know I'm still about
 Well what you want baby, a description of me
 I'm frontin with the ladies having you picture me
 Well I'm tattooed out with a scroll of my fam
 And the long sliky hair with the bow legged stands
 You in my V in the rear, on the low from your man
 Yo I do many things but I ain't holdin your hand
 Do you know how to scuba
 I got a house in Aruba
 But you keep it on low cause my spouse got a Ruger
 Yo you see I ain't dumber, on me some type of tutor
 Cause I been had the info, on the whores wit the hooters

 Get out my house cause I will shoota
 Federica I will step to her
 Senorita know how I maneuver
 Mamasita sip margarita
 Messin with Cam you get punched in your mouth
 Only key you ever had was the one to your house
 F a spouse me single, I'm one of the ones
 You think Cam's nice he's a son of a gun
 Cause I have heaters before them sneakers
 When Run had Adidas and reefer was cheeba
 Although I'm an entity
 All those crooked crooks down town remember me
 Second home one hundred tenth street

 Yo Cam you violent
 You remind me of your daddy
 Ey yo, don't you really mean my three dads
 Ooow mom stop
 Why you hittin me, stop

 CHORUS: 3X to fade