Me, My Moms & Jimmy

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]