Platinum And Wood - Big Sean

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 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

Back 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?