Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Platinum, artist - Z-Ro.
Date of issue: 28.02.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Platinum |
Cause I’ve been dropping hits, since ten years ago |
Trying to do it legal, and not slang yayo |
If I can’t get it legal, to the corner I go |
I never took pride, in slanging cocaine |
Never could get a job, but needed some mo' change |
C.d.'s wasn’t selling, because I had no name |
Nothing but a t-shirt, no piece no chain |
Too many times, I was ready to give up |
Run up in a bank, and say this is a stick-up |
Put my pain on records, and record sales picked up |
The tears I done shed, led me to the big bucks |
2000 and 4, I ain’t broke no mo' |
Cause God is my life jacket, when I sink solo |
I went to a hundred thousand, from a whole fo' |
So all you haters hate me, as I make a little mo' |
I’m going platinum this time, (this time-this time) |
I think you fellas, better respect my mind (mind-mind) |
I’m here to collect my pennies, my nickels and my dimes (my dimes-my dimes) |
And ain’t nobody gonna block out my shine (shine-shine) |
They got me living in a '56, Mass L |
My locker full of commsary, and my fan mail |
My city saying Z-Ro, what you gon do when you get out of jail |
I can’t do no mo' pyrexes, no mo' scales |
Trying to make a million dollas, off my melody |
Couldn’t see it coming, so I caught a state-jail felony |
F-1 bunk twelve, there resides the stars |
Special thanks to love, cause «I Hate U Bitch» climbed me to the top of the |
charts |
Being free, is like being on lock |
Niggas still kick it with ya, but try to get some of what ya got |
I ain’t never seen, so many feminine men |
Swear to God they holding in the world, but ain’t nobody seeing dividends |
That ain’t the life of me, I had to get it |
Might not be rich in the present, but I’ma be rich in a minute |
Cause I got three Cuzos sitting up high, rolling 24's |
Screaming A.B.N. |
get in the do', waiting for Ro |
Jealousy and envy, play a major role |
Everytime a playa, try to get his pockets swoll |
Somebody said I did this, and said I did that |
Even told homicide, I pushed the homie’s wig back |
They don’t wanna see, a nigga make it out of poverty |
When will they realize, God is running with me ain’t no stopping me |
Probably never will, so keep on trying |
You can clip my wings, but I see happiness in the sky so I’ma keep on flying |
Until I find, a rested place |
So many battle scars, blood on my chest and face |
Whether I’m working or rapping 24/7, me and Satan be scrapping |
He want my soul, but I ain’t gon let it happen |
Even if I lose my life, trying to chase my dream |
Whoever do me, gon have hell when they face my team |
I got them same three Cuzos holding me down, if I ain’t coming back |
Bet they bury me with g-stacks, plus a platinum plack |