S.D.E. Dave East (Ft. Cam'ron)

[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