Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song S.D.E. , by - Dave East. Release date: 29.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
S.D.E. |
| This goes to all my hustlers, entertainers |
| And of course, athletes in the struggle |
| Yo, yo yo yo yo Some get a little and some get none |
| Shit, I was part of the some get none |
| The ball, run for run, play the slums for crumbs |
| Wired, real tired, till my lungs are done |
| After all, I was nice in ball, |
| But I came to practice weed scented |
| Report card like the speed limit |
| 55−55 expellable |
| If your nice they make sure that you eligible |
| Pretty final, '92 played the city finals |
| Pretty swift, real mvp, and 55th |
| I can hoop, yo All-American in my age group, yo Raised bad settled for a ju. |
| co. |
| (junior college) |
| Uh, but why they let a thug on campus |
| All i did was rob and mug on campus |
| Sliced, rolled dice, got shiest on campus |
| At the toast got bad, payed the price on campus |
| Forgot about ball, I was done dude |
| Now I’m in county in an orange jumpsuit, middle of Texas |
| Call moms, she dont want the phone act |
| She dont condone it, Cam dont come home, shit |
| (Chorus 4X: Notorious B.I.G.) |
| Cause the streets is a short stop |
| Either you slangin’crack-rock |
| or you got a wicked jump shot |
| Yo, yo, ayo |
| Comin back home, I thought it’d be cool |
| But everbody like, Cam, Yo, i thought you in school |
| Nah, im about to go back, huh, they know that im lyin' |
| See me on broadway, know what im buyin' |
| Niggas gettin’money, know what i’m eye’n |
| Shiesty again, no where without iron |
| Seems like my school life self destroyed |
| Fuck gettin’a job, BIG self employed |
| Slugs pop, drug spot, runnin’the thing |
| Played ball on the weekend, 300 a game |
| Till one of the workers pulled a small case |
| Mouth runnin’like a dog race, tryin’to get us all laced |
| I was slangin, but wasnt a kingpin |
| A slow case n', verdict probation |
| Tryed to fuck my P.O., she ignored that |
| Said, Know what Cam your found with more crack |
| See what happen', stopped the crackin' |
| Start rappin', quit the clappin' |
| Yo, yo, as a young nigga, always into crime |
| But no matter what, yo, always used to rhyme |
| So in that i became more curious |
| Fuck bein’up north delirious, more serious |
| Uh, so Killa did mixtapes |
| CEO’s heard, now here come big cake |
| But one cat said Cam you better recoup |
| Before you back on your block, baby, dead on the stoop |
| But Un hooked me up with all this cheddar and loot |
| The best rap deal of all time next to Snoop |
| Money more the clutch, money more the touch |
| I dont just rhyme I own liquor stores and such, but |
| yeah |
| Yo, the rap game remind me of the crack game |
| Niggas wanna get they gun, then start the clap game, |
| for dat fame |
| Throwa Untertainment |
| Sport, Drugs, Entertainment |
| Till the arrainment, Killa |
| (Cam'Ron) |
| That’s how it go on my block |
| Mad props, let off mad shots |
| All my peoples out there tryin’it |
| Dis a problem for they environment, killa |
| Sports, Drugs, Entertainment |
| Till the arraignment |