S.D.E.

[Hook: Dave East]

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

[Verse 1: Dave East]

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

[Hook: Dave East]

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

[Verse 2: Cam'ron]

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

[Hook: Dave East]

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

[Outro]

Get a tan

Do Miami nigga

Bahamas, Cuba, Antigua, Venezuela

We outta here

Beach Life my nigga