Dave East, Cam’ron - S.D.E. lyrics

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 do Miami nigga
Bahamas, Cuba, Antigua, Venezuela
We outta here beach Life my nigga