Platinum and Wood
Big Sean Lyrics


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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 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, free Juan, let him out
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 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
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 rep it til' the world blow, come roll





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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Big Sean’s song Platinum and Wood open with a reflection on the rapper’s humble beginnings, and the bond he shares with his friends. The first verse has Big Sean reminiscing about simpler times, where he and his boys used to “roll” around town, smoking, and “stunting on hoes”. He recalls a time where he and his friends were too determined for failure, spending all their money on wardrobe just to show off. It is interesting to note that Big Sean uses a wordplay, using “back when 20 dollars would impress that ass” to highlight how they have come a long way, from those days to where they are now. He also mentions the fact that they rode around in his friend's Toyota pretending it was a Hummer, showcasing the carefree nature of youth.


The second verse of the song delves into the realities of life, touching on social injustice, police brutality, and corruption. He talks about the problems he has faced as a black man, ranging from being pulled over and disrespected by the police, to seeing people getting killed, who didn't deserve it. Big Sean also touches on the rap industry itself, admitting that he once questioned the direction of his career after seeing others get money without the challenge of fame. However, he decides to keep pushing and representing his city, Detroit, amidst violence, languages, and dialects he may not always understand.


Overall, Platinum and Wood is a song that speaks to the rapper's roots, and his desire to succeed, despite the challenges of life. It showcases the carefree memories of youth as well as the struggles and triumph in facing an unjust world.


Line by Line Meaning

Come roll with a nigga, get high with a nigga
Let's hang out, smoke weed and have fun together


Count stacks with a nigga, fuck hoes with a nigga
Let's make money together and have sex with women


Back in high school we used to trade clothes with my niggas
When we were young and poor, we shared clothing among friends


Back when Iceberg and Girbaud was like the wardrobe for the killers,
We used to wear popular clothing brands that were associated with gangsters


We pose for the pictures
We take pictures to show off our style and wealth


Stunting on hoes, I stunt with my bros
We show off our success to women and friends


Real go-getters, I swear being broke didn't fit us
We were ambitious and determined to succeed, poverty did not match our personality


Like new T-shirts, new jeans, new hats
We were always buying new clothes to stay fashionable


You know, spending gas money on everything except gas
We were so wasteful with our money, neglecting essentials in favor of luxury items


Spending my last on the shit that won't last
We used all our money on things that wouldn't bring long-term happiness or success


Back when 20 dollars would impress that ass
We thought a small amount of money could impress women


A movie and popcorn and caress that ass
A simple date night that included touching


Overdress and undress that ass, God bless that ass
We are always paying attention to women's bodies and looks


It was me and my dawgs, summer on summer
My friends and I hung out together every summer


Riding around like we dumber on dumber
We drove recklessly and without concern for our safety


Whipping that Toyota like it's a Hummer
We treated a cheap car like it was an expensive SUV


What happened to those days? I really do wonder
I reminisce on those reckless, carefree days


When all I did was safe sex, latex
I always used protection during sex


The first time I slipped up was the had a homemade aids test fuck
I had a scare that made me realize the consequences of my sexual behavior


But I ain't flunk once, not before I got drunk once
I never failed in life until I started drinking alcohol


I was smoking on haze, all in a daze
I was smoking marijuana and feeling mentally cloudy


My homies would call and say "nigga, come roll"
My friends would invite me to hang out and smoke weed with them


Man, I'm straight up off the 7 Mile
I am from a street called 7 Mile


They call that the better mile
7 Mile is known as a good street


Tryna get a house up in the woods
I want to own a house in a secluded area


Off on 11 Mile, better that, one time for the D
Another street, 11 Mile, is also recognized


Girls that hold me down Corretta style, free Juan, let him out
Women who are faithful to me like Coretta Scott King, I want Juan to be released from jail


And everything I want off in the world is a must-have
I only want things that are essential in life


I realised that at the bus stop with a bus pass thinking "fuck rap"
I had an epiphany waiting for a bus with a bus pass and decided to give up rapping


'Cause there's niggas in the streets getting money under my nose that I mustache
Because other people are making money that I did not notice


I've seen people get murked who ain't deserved that shit
I've witnessed innocent people being killed


Cops should've protect-and-served and shit
The police were supposed to protect the citizens


But still pull me over, disrespect and search my shit
But the police stopped me and violated my rights


That's why their attitude was "bitch, you deserved that shit"
They felt they had the right to treat me disrespectfully


Bang bang bang, how do you maintain the same brain and mind
Gunshots are heard frequently in my neighborhood, how can I stay sane through all of this?


In a city of AKs and K9s
In a city where guns and police dogs are common


When only language they know English and gang signs
When people only communicate using English and hand signals commonly associated with gangs


Fuck it all though, I rep it til' the world blow, come roll
Despite the challenges and dangers, I will continue to represent my neighborhood and style, come hang out with me




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, SHAPIRO BERNSTEIN & CO. INC.
Written by: SEAN MICHAEL ANDERSON, DWAYNE MARSHALL WEIR III, ISMAIL ABDUL-AZIZ

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