Platinum And Wood

Come roll with a ****, get high with a ****

Count stacks with a ****, fuck hoes with a ****

Back in high school, we used to trade clothes with my ****

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 twenty 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 to have 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 "****, come roll"

Man, I'm straight up off that seven-mile

They call that the better mile, tryna get a house up in the woods

Off on eleven-mile, better that, one time for the D

Girls that hold me down Corretta style, free Juan, let him out

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

I realized that at a bus stop with a bus pass thinking "fuck rap"

'Cause there's **** in the streets getting money under my nose that I mustache

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

Cops should've protect-and-serve and shit

But still pull me over, disrespect and search my shit

That's why their attitude was, "cause bitch you deserve that shit"

Band, bang, bang, how do you maintain the same brain and mind

In a city of AKs and K9s

When only language they know is English and gang signs

Fuck it all though, I rep it till the world blow, come roll

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