Lyrics Language: Scots Song writer/composer(s): Daven Paul Vanderpool, Robert Carter, Cameron Giles, Junior Griscome, Tina Weymouth, Steven J. C. Stanley, Adrian Belew, Christopher Frantz
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”
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 old 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 y,all got knocked, y'all was dying in jail
The way you keep on calling, crying for bail
Acting like criminals, y'all some fake generals
What you know about bail being more than ten thousand
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
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
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, mama sita sip margarita
Messin' with Cam, you get punched in your mouth
Only key you ever had was the one to your house
Fa 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, mom stop
Why you hittin' me, stop
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”
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”
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”
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