Platinum And Wood

OG

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 Iceberg and Girbaud 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, wished I 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"

The D groomed us to get it man, you know what I'm mean?

Just hustle, hustle, hustle

They, you know we-, you know

There really wasn't that much opportunity for us, man

So, we just had to let our nuts hang and just

Shit, boss up and, and learn the game

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, bet it now

One time for the D, girls that hold me down Corretta style

Free Juan, let him out (free Juan)

And everything I want off in the world is a must-have

I realized 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 must stash (whoo!)

I've seen people get murked who ain't deserved that shit

Cops should've protect-and-served and shit

But still pull me over, disrespect and search my shit

Ask, "Why the attitude?" 'Cause bitch, you deserve that shit

Bang-bang-bang, how do you maintain

A sane 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 'til the world blow, come roll

Well shit, I'm just, you know, I'm proud of lil' bro, man

That nigga listened, and he was able to stay focused, man

And through all the adversity man and through all the hood politics

But he seen it, he was with it, he was on it, you know?

I mean like I say the Linwood man, shit that's what we know the city man

That's for the city man all fucking day

Sean, it's good to be home, isn't it?