Platinum And Wood

Come roll with a nigga, get high with a nigga Count stacks with a nigga, fuck hoes with a nigga Back in high school we used to trade clothes with my niggas Back when Icebreaker [?] was like the wardrobe for the killers We pose for the pictures Stunting on hoes, I stunt with my bros Real go-getters, I swear being broke didn't fit us Like new T-shirts, new jeans, new hats You know, spending gas money on everything except gas Spending my last on the shit that won't last Back when 20 dollars would impress that ass A movie and popcorn and caress that ass Overdress and undress that ass, god bless that ass It was me and my dawgs, summer on summer Riding around like we dumber on dumber Whipping that Toyota like it's a Hummer What happened to those days? I really do wonder When all I did was safe sex, latex The first time I slipped up was the had a homemade aids test fuck But I ain't flunk once, not before I got drunk once I was smoking on haze, all in a daze My homies would call and say "nigga, come roll" Man, I'm straight up off the 7 Mile They call that the better mile Tryna get a house up in the woods Off on 11 Mile, better that, one time for the D Girls that hold me down Corretta style And everything I want off in the world is a must-have I realised that at the bus stop with a bus pass thinking "fuck rap" Cause there's niggas in the streets getting money Under my nose that I mustache I've seen people get murdered who ain't deserved that shit Cops should've protect-and-served and shit But still pull me over, disrespect and search my shit That's why their attitude was "bitch, you deserved that shit" Bang bang bang, how do you maintain the same brain and mind In a city of AKs and K9s When only language they know English and gang signs Fuck it all though, I'm repping till the world blow, come roll Sean, it's good to be home, isn't it?