Florida Boy
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Rick Ross, T-Pain, Kodak Black
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(neon humming)
(deep hip-hop music)
♪ It's hard as hell for
a young Florida boy ♪
♪ Where we play football
and sell dope, man ♪
♪ Gold rims and sticks, 7-trés ♪
♪ No tops, ya dig, candy paints ♪
♪ Yo, gold rims, good dope,
make a wonderful summer ♪
♪ Heard I was a genius, when
it come to the numbers ♪
♪ Do it for the young fathers,
still signing the lease ♪
♪ And all the hustlers who got
somethin' in common with me ♪
♪ If I got the keys, then
it's a car I'ma keep ♪
♪ When I line her up they
say I remind 'em of Meech ♪
♪ Shootouts in Miami, can't
spend no time on the beach ♪
♪ Do or die, get a plug,
I got a hundred ki ♪
♪ Brought her to Florida, she
fell in love with lobster ♪
♪ Then I bent the corner
with a couple drops ♪
♪ Get your money, let's reward ourselves ♪
♪ Life a test and every day
we got so much to fail ♪
♪ Told you the world was
yours, now you in a cell ♪
♪ Center of attention,
now you by yourself ♪
♪ Always did the shopping,
now you're on the shelf ♪
♪ Next time you see your
daughter, bet her heart'll melt ♪
♪ Pray for your niggas ♪
♪ If can't do nothin' else ♪
♪ They need it ♪
♪ Pray you see the bigger picture ♪
♪ Look at momma health, yeah ♪
♪ Wake up, nigga, wake up ♪
♪ Let down the top, nigga
that's your paystub ♪
♪ It's hard as hell for this Florida boy ♪
♪ A Nolia boy ♪
♪ Home of young niggas
killin' with no remorse ♪
♪ With no remorse ♪
♪ Home of young niggas
killin' with no remorse ♪
♪ Yeah, bitch, I'm a Florida Boy ♪
♪ 73s to them AMGs, now we rollin', boys ♪
♪ And my momma raised me, FLA paid me ♪
♪ I beat all of them cases, I'm on ♪
♪ Bitch, I'm a Florida boy ♪
♪ Old school, big-ass rims,
sittin' like Tonka Toys ♪
♪ I got a Florida state of mind
now, I be on my grind now ♪
♪ Let my niggas shine now, they on ♪
♪ I could've been a student,
my mind was polluted ♪
♪ Project unit nigga, I could
smell all the raw sewage ♪
♪ Told myself, time to go do this ♪
♪ Sidelines, can't be switching
up like I'm Ray Lewis ♪
♪ For the young niggas watching,
I'm rocking my jewelry ♪
♪ Turn it into franchises
as you maturing ♪
♪ Jonny Dang seen a lot of chains ♪
♪ Substituted for them days
I miss my father's face ♪
♪ Wake up, nigga, wake up ♪
♪ All these politicians
need they face cut ♪
♪ Beefing with niggas
you went to school with ♪
♪ Easter Sunday at church,
prayed in the pulpit ♪
♪ I'm rocking Rollies with
homies I made some moves with ♪
♪ I'm buying homes for the
woadies we toted tools with ♪
♪ Quit acting funny, get money,
and fuck some new chicks ♪
♪ Or get buried with niggas
you broke the rules with ♪
♪ Yeah, bitch, I'm a Florida Boy ♪
♪ 73s to them AMGs, now we rollin', boys ♪
♪ And my mama raised me, FLA paid me ♪
♪ I beat all of them cases, I'm on ♪
♪ Bitch, I'm a Florida boy ♪
♪ Old school, big-ass rims,
sittin' like Tonka Toys ♪
♪ I got a Florida state of mind
now, I be on my grind now ♪
♪ Let my niggas shine now, they on ♪
♪ I ain't gotta hate no nigga,
I just keep on winnin' ♪
♪ Call me a Florida boy ♪
♪ My bitch'll pull up in the Chevy ♪
♪ You can't keep up with her ♪
♪ Call me a Florida boy ♪
♪ You ain't gon' hit me for no
lick, bitch I keep it on me ♪
♪ Call me a Florida boy ♪
♪ Top down by myself,
but I'm never lonely ♪
♪ Call me a Florida boy ♪
♪ See I ain't really finna
have remorse for ya ♪
♪ This ain't a Maybach but my
Audi A8 seats go way back ♪
♪ They go way back ♪
♪ Studders on the Cutlass ♪
♪ I'm a golden nigga what ♪
♪ Livin' like the OG slime peanut butter ♪
♪ Nigga gotta eat I'm,
talkin' to the Last Supper ♪
♪ I'm Jordan in this motherfucker,
puttin' mad numbers up ♪
♪ Project baby street
life when I'm a customer ♪
♪ Yeah that's what I'm accustomed to ♪
♪ Boy a young bull come
charging when he running you ♪
♪ We ain't over there in public
houses like we growin' too ♪
♪ But it's still a struggle so
you can't get too comfortable ♪
♪ 'Cause niggas see that money coming ♪
♪ And they try to come for you ♪
♪ But they don't know that ♪
♪ This famous shit mean nothin' to you ♪
♪ Still keep a gun or two
and I still dump at you ♪
♪ Crawl 'fore I walk, started
running then I fucking flew ♪
♪ Livin' like The Huxtables,
but still eatin' Lunchables ♪
♪ Yeah, and we ain't
even leave the porch ♪
♪ We do this shit for Florida,
I was rich before touring ♪
♪ Thor, standing on my
ten, got it out the floor ♪
♪ Been jumped off the porch ♪
♪ Since 14, I had a lawyer ♪
♪ Hit a lick in a stolen
car with no headlights ♪
♪ I'll stop at the Wing
Stop, but not the red light ♪
♪ I killed the whole DMV, no star shit ♪
♪ Got it off credit cards,
shit, yeah, larceny ♪
♪ It was back in 2015,
me and Baby linked ♪
♪ But I'm just a type of young
nigga, listen 'fore I speak ♪
♪ I'd be flaw to say
Wayne ain't influence me ♪
♪ I don't play both sides,
nigga, I keep it too G ♪
♪ I apply rules and shit like
the rules to the skreet ♪
♪ Whacking niggas and jacking niggas ♪
♪ For hoes snatching jewelry ♪
♪ I'm a Haitian boy, I'm
draped up in Cuban link ♪
♪ Haitian but I'm draped
up in Cuban link ♪
♪ I swear we ain't even need the hook ♪
♪ They gave my dawg a long sentence ♪
♪ He can't even read a book ♪
♪ Sniper Gang Music 2,
yeah Sniper Gang Music 2 ♪
♪ The whole Tri county ♪
♪ I love the Tri county,
but I hate everybody ♪
