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ft. Kenny GreeneTake your time young manMama used to say don't you rush to get oldMama used to say take it in your strideUh, uh Killa CamMama used to say live your lifeFedericaLive your lifeEy yo Cam, this rap shitHow you know I love gamesIt's like I got a habitGotta keep the drug gameWhyUntil we blow up with that ol' platinum thug thingEy yo what you think lame nigga I feel the sameCause I be outside nigga, cocaine and meBut if it ain't about money then it ain't about meWell I ain't in poverty and no one's starving meCause when we first felt heat we sought robberyNow, ain't that the pot callin' the kettle blackI know y'all ain't gonna come out and front like thatWhen yall got knocked, yall was dying in jailThe way you keep on calling, crying for bailActing like criminals, yall some fake generalsWhat you know abut bail being more than ten thousand (Cam: nah nah nah)Peep the old way, how I done sold cakeBehind the closed drapes, on one of your old platesAnd the tubes of ColgateTwo and four states, yeah I can verifyMan a nigga never lieGo head wit your killer schemesNah we gotta iller dreamsLand in the Philippines I got about four mil a pieceKiddies on the corner, they got a lil' teamAnd they keep frontinAre they gonna jump me tooI wish they would Jump me please jump me tooThat's what I'm sayin with y'allMonkey see monkey doNow y'all niggas can see why I want to plead insanityBut what the fuck am I gonna do, this just my family[CHORUS]Mama used to say take your time young manMama used to say don't you rush to get oldMama used to say take it in your strideMama used to say live your life, live your lifeNow when it's time to chill outI might pull the silks outBut I'll do your body good cause you know I'm illed outI took an ill route, I might pull some krills outCause that cash and the weed, you know I'm still aboutWell what you want baby, a description of meI'm frontin with the ladies having you picture meWell I'm tattooed out with a scroll of my famAnd the long sliky hair with the bow legged standsYou in my V in the rear, on the low from your manYo I do many things but I ain't holdin your handDo you know how to scubaI got a house in ArubaBut you keep it on low cause my spouse got a RugerYo you see I ain't dumber, on me some type of tutorCause I been had the info, on the whores wit the hootersGet out my house cause I will shootaFederica I will step to herSenorita know how I maneuverMamasita sip margaritaMessin with Cam you get punched in your mouthOnly key you ever had was the one to your houseF a spouse me single, I'm one of the onesYou think Cam's nice he's a son of a gunCause I have heaters before them sneakersWhen Run had Adidas and reefer was cheebaAlthough I'm an entityAll those crooked crooks down town remember meSecond home one hundred tenth streetYo Cam you violentYou remind me of your daddyEy yo, don't you really mean my three dadsOoow mom stopWhy you hittin me, stop[CHORUS: 3X to fade]more