Been Platinum
Jesse world I been platinum
Livin' legend with this rappin'
Silver Sity stamped a classic
Couldn't tell you how I happened
Who the boss nigga
Who the motherfuckin' boss
Who the boss nigga
Who the motherfuckin' boss
Dice games in my laundromat
Servin' where the zombies at
I know that you can't ponder that
We sleepin' where homi's at
The pressure where I'm calmest at
The booth where I'm most honest at
The blessings where my momma at
Then right back where the drama at
Naw right back where the commas at
And everything that come with that
Slidin' through
They treat the boy like he platinum
Ain' bullet proof
I'm still on defense like what's happenin'
Like what's the move
I pick and choose with these flows now
Don't get confused
On cruise control never slowin' down
I'm on the move
Still never see you when I'm back in town
Dog
Just tell "em up the budget quick
Dog
My week in Cali was ya bucket list
Dog
Revolt Rap Radar with no publicist
Dog
My hood I'm platinum you can't tell 'em shit
Jesse world I been platinum
Livin' legend with this rappin'
Silver Sity stamped a classic
Couldn't tell you how I happened
Who the boss nigga
Who the motherfuckin' boss
Who the boss nigga
Who the motherfuckin' boss
Who the boss nigga
Who the motherfuckin' boss
Who the boss nigga
Who the motherfuckin' boss
Used to re up down Maple
Get my shit off on a different block
When Wonka had the TVs in the Tahoe down Langley Park
Back when it was Ride-On
Ain have no push to start
Always kept my drive strong
Ain' need no push to start
Slidin' through
They treat me like I got a Grammy
Only one talkin' down is my BM she can't stand me
I got too much on my hands
I can't hold no conversation
My potential and my focus startin' to cost some separation
Cause they was close but no cigar
And now they smokin' in the basement
We do parties on Stradella Drive and Christian Combs make it
Out in Cali wit no scammers in this BNB
No disrespect our stomachs tough we rather B and E
Pretty girl
Say I look like I be rappin'
I'm from Jesse world
Just ask around I been platinum
Jesse world I been platinum
Livin' legend with this rappin'
Silver Sity stamped a classic
Couldn't tell you how I happened
Who the boss nigga
Who the motherfuckin' boss
Who the boss nigga
Who the motherfuckin' boss
Who the boss nigga
Who the motherfuckin' boss
Who the boss nigga
Who the motherfuckin' boss
Jesse world I been platinum
Livin' legend with this rappin'
Silver Sity stamped a classic
Couldn't tell you how I happened
Livin' legend with this rappin'
Silver Sity stamped a classic
Couldn't tell you how I happened
Who the boss nigga
Who the motherfuckin' boss
Who the boss nigga
Who the motherfuckin' boss
Dice games in my laundromat
Servin' where the zombies at
I know that you can't ponder that
We sleepin' where homi's at
The pressure where I'm calmest at
The booth where I'm most honest at
The blessings where my momma at
Then right back where the drama at
Naw right back where the commas at
And everything that come with that
Slidin' through
They treat the boy like he platinum
Ain' bullet proof
I'm still on defense like what's happenin'
Like what's the move
I pick and choose with these flows now
Don't get confused
On cruise control never slowin' down
I'm on the move
Still never see you when I'm back in town
Dog
Just tell "em up the budget quick
Dog
My week in Cali was ya bucket list
Dog
Revolt Rap Radar with no publicist
Dog
My hood I'm platinum you can't tell 'em shit
Jesse world I been platinum
Livin' legend with this rappin'
Silver Sity stamped a classic
Couldn't tell you how I happened
Who the boss nigga
Who the motherfuckin' boss
Who the boss nigga
Who the motherfuckin' boss
Who the boss nigga
Who the motherfuckin' boss
Who the boss nigga
Who the motherfuckin' boss
Used to re up down Maple
Get my shit off on a different block
When Wonka had the TVs in the Tahoe down Langley Park
Back when it was Ride-On
Ain have no push to start
Always kept my drive strong
Ain' need no push to start
Slidin' through
They treat me like I got a Grammy
Only one talkin' down is my BM she can't stand me
I got too much on my hands
I can't hold no conversation
My potential and my focus startin' to cost some separation
Cause they was close but no cigar
And now they smokin' in the basement
We do parties on Stradella Drive and Christian Combs make it
Out in Cali wit no scammers in this BNB
No disrespect our stomachs tough we rather B and E
Pretty girl
Say I look like I be rappin'
I'm from Jesse world
Just ask around I been platinum
Jesse world I been platinum
Livin' legend with this rappin'
Silver Sity stamped a classic
Couldn't tell you how I happened
Who the boss nigga
Who the motherfuckin' boss
Who the boss nigga
Who the motherfuckin' boss
Who the boss nigga
Who the motherfuckin' boss
Who the boss nigga
Who the motherfuckin' boss
Jesse world I been platinum
Livin' legend with this rappin'
Silver Sity stamped a classic
Couldn't tell you how I happened
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Writer(s): Christian Tyler
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