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]