S.D.E. (feat. Cam'ron)

[Hook: Dave East]
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 I'm feeling like I ain't took a nap in weeks
 I'm up, couple thousand tucked, right in back the jeep
 I'm stuck, diamonds in the cut make an actress speak
 Sports, drugs, and entertainment, think I'm Master P
 Sports, drugs, and entertainment, think I'm Killa Cam
 20 grams, spin it like a ceiling fan
 Pan, pan, old Harlem niggas pitching grams
 Kill the streets then hit the beach, go get a tan
 On the sixth floor, right in the 'jects, writing my best
 Wishing I was on my fifth tour, got some work I can click off
 Learned how to stack good
 I just want that Beamer same color as a Backwood (dark brown)
 Still empty, I'm that hood
 Used to do the chicken spot, now it's Benihana lunch
 Rolled with some older niggas that'll tie your mama up
 Oyster perpetual for the Rollie, kept it diamond cut
 Bottom nigga climbing up off sour, you can find me stuck
 Bark shot, bring me right back, niggas'll line you up
 Pull up in some shit you never seen so I ain't gotta rush
 Zoom by, kush on my left, pills on my right
 Kept the white right in the middle like moon pies, I'm too high
 They think they riding till they goons die
 My youngn' ask you what your shoe size
 Then probably let a few fly
 I'm in Miami with a Mu-ma
 Tryna win the Grammy off of Grandz & Buda
 I want the moolah, ha
 I'm feeling like I ain't took a nap in weeks
 I'm up, couple thousand tucked, right in back the jeep
 I'm stuck, diamonds in the cut make an actress speak
 Sports, drugs, and entertainment, think I'm Master P
 Sports, drugs, and entertainment, think I'm Killa Cam
 20 grams, spin it like a ceiling fan
 Pan, pan, old Harlem niggas pitching grams
 Kill the streets then hit the beach, go get a tan
 Not again, look he dropping the drop again
 I can go Margielas, Jordans, Timberlands, Moccasin
 Your raggedy guns, don't even acknowledge 'em
 Them old Eagles, nigga fuck is you Donovan?
 My connect, I swear remain anonymous
 And that's on everything, never name my accomplices
 In all honestness (honestness)
 They the real reason for all my accomplishments
 See that car ain't from rap, heron sponsored it
 Look we could bond a bit
 Can't tell you everything though, believe it's mobster shit
 Gats busting, that's nothing, bag up something
 Niggas ran off with work, that lead to casket stuffing
 Murder 1, homicide, it's that disgusting
 Pulled the hammer on me, I said "fag you bluffing"
 From Lennox Ave to Killa 1st
 I get skrilla, yeah Killa I'm still in first
 I'm feeling like I ain't took a nap in weeks
 I'm up, couple thousand tucked, right in back the jeep
 I'm stuck, diamonds in the cut make an actress speak
 Sports, drugs, and entertainment, think I'm Master P
 Sports, drugs, and entertainment, think I'm Killa Cam
 20 grams, spin it like a ceiling fan
 Pan, pan, old Harlem niggas pitching grams
 Kill the streets then hit the beach, go get a tan
 Get a tan
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 Do Miami nigga
 Bahamas, Cuba, Antigua, Venezuela
 We outta here
 Beach Life my nigga