(neon humming)
00:09
(deep hip-hop music)
00:17
♪ It's hard as hell for
a young Florida boy ♪
00:17
♪ Where we play football
and sell dope, man ♪
00:20
♪ Gold rims and sticks, 7-trés ♪
00:24
♪ No tops, ya dig, candy paints ♪
00:26
♪ Yo, gold rims, good dope,
make a wonderful summer ♪
00:28
♪ Heard I was a genius, when
it come to the numbers ♪
00:32
♪ Do it for the young fathers,
still signing the lease ♪
00:35
♪ And all the hustlers who got
somethin' in common with me ♪
00:38
♪ If I got the keys, then
it's a car I'ma keep ♪
00:41
♪ When I line her up they
say I remind 'em of Meech ♪
00:43
♪ Shootouts in Miami, can't
spend no time on the beach ♪
00:46
♪ Do or die, get a plug,
I got a hundred ki ♪
00:49
♪ Brought her to Florida, she
fell in love with lobster ♪
00:52
♪ Then I bent the corner
with a couple drops ♪
00:56
♪ Get your money, let's reward ourselves ♪
00:59
♪ Life a test and every day
we got so much to fail ♪
01:01
♪ Told you the world was
yours, now you in a cell ♪
01:04
♪ Center of attention,
now you by yourself ♪
01:06
♪ Always did the shopping,
now you're on the shelf ♪
01:10
♪ Next time you see your
daughter, bet her heart'll melt ♪
01:12
♪ Pray for your niggas ♪
01:15
♪ If can't do nothin' else ♪
♪ They need it ♪
01:16
♪ Pray you see the bigger picture ♪
01:18
♪ Look at momma health, yeah ♪
01:19
♪ Wake up, nigga, wake up ♪
01:21
♪ Let down the top, nigga
that's your paystub ♪
01:24
♪ It's hard as hell for this Florida boy ♪
01:27
♪ A Nolia boy ♪
01:29
♪ Home of young niggas
killin' with no remorse ♪
01:30
♪ With no remorse ♪
01:34
♪ Home of young niggas
killin' with no remorse ♪
01:36
♪ Yeah, bitch, I'm a Florida Boy ♪
01:38
♪ 73s to them AMGs, now we rollin', boys ♪
01:39
♪ And my momma raised me, FLA paid me ♪
01:44
♪ I beat all of them cases, I'm on ♪
01:46
♪ Bitch, I'm a Florida boy ♪
01:49
♪ Old school, big-ass rims,
sittin' like Tonka Toys ♪
01:51
♪ I got a Florida state of mind
now, I be on my grind now ♪
01:55
♪ Let my niggas shine now, they on ♪
01:57
♪ I could've been a student,
my mind was polluted ♪
02:01
♪ Project unit nigga, I could
smell all the raw sewage ♪
02:04
♪ Told myself, time to go do this ♪
02:07
♪ Sidelines, can't be switching
up like I'm Ray Lewis ♪
02:10
♪ For the young niggas watching,
I'm rocking my jewelry ♪
02:12
♪ Turn it into franchises
as you maturing ♪
02:15
♪ Jonny Dang seen a lot of chains ♪
02:18
♪ Substituted for them days
I miss my father's face ♪
02:21
♪ Wake up, nigga, wake up ♪
02:24
♪ All these politicians
need they face cut ♪
02:27
♪ Beefing with niggas
you went to school with ♪
02:29
♪ Easter Sunday at church,
prayed in the pulpit ♪
02:32
♪ I'm rocking Rollies with
homies I made some moves with ♪
02:35
♪ I'm buying homes for the
woadies we toted tools with ♪
02:38
♪ Quit acting funny, get money,
and fuck some new chicks ♪
02:41
♪ Or get buried with niggas
you broke the rules with ♪
02:43
♪ Yeah, bitch, I'm a Florida Boy ♪
02:46
♪ 73s to them AMGs, now we rollin', boys ♪
02:48
♪ And my mama raised me, FLA paid me ♪
02:52
♪ I beat all of them cases, I'm on ♪
02:54
♪ Bitch, I'm a Florida boy ♪
02:57
♪ Old school, big-ass rims,
sittin' like Tonka Toys ♪
02:59
♪ I got a Florida state of mind
now, I be on my grind now ♪
03:03
♪ Let my niggas shine now, they on ♪
03:06
♪ I ain't gotta hate no nigga,
I just keep on winnin' ♪
03:09
♪ Call me a Florida boy ♪
03:11
♪ My bitch'll pull up in the Chevy ♪
03:14
♪ You can't keep up with her ♪
03:16
♪ Call me a Florida boy ♪
03:17
♪ You ain't gon' hit me for no
lick, bitch I keep it on me ♪
03:20
♪ Call me a Florida boy ♪
03:23
♪ Top down by myself,
but I'm never lonely ♪
03:25
♪ Call me a Florida boy ♪
03:28
♪ See I ain't really finna
have remorse for ya ♪
03:31
♪ This ain't a Maybach but my
Audi A8 seats go way back ♪
03:34
♪ They go way back ♪
03:38
♪ Studders on the Cutlass ♪
03:39
♪ I'm a golden nigga what ♪
03:40
♪ Livin' like the OG slime peanut butter ♪
03:42
♪ Nigga gotta eat I'm,
talkin' to the Last Supper ♪
03:45
♪ I'm Jordan in this motherfucker,
puttin' mad numbers up ♪
03:47
♪ Project baby street
life when I'm a customer ♪
03:51
♪ Yeah that's what I'm accustomed to ♪
03:54
♪ Boy a young bull come
charging when he running you ♪
03:56
♪ We ain't over there in public
houses like we growin' too ♪
03:59
♪ But it's still a struggle so
you can't get too comfortable ♪
04:02
♪ 'Cause niggas see that money coming ♪
04:04
♪ And they try to come for you ♪
04:06
♪ But they don't know that ♪
04:08
♪ This famous shit mean nothin' to you ♪
04:09
♪ Still keep a gun or two
and I still dump at you ♪
04:10
♪ Crawl 'fore I walk, started
running then I fucking flew ♪
04:13
♪ Livin' like The Huxtables,
but still eatin' Lunchables ♪
04:16
♪ Yeah, and we ain't
even leave the porch ♪
04:19
♪ We do this shit for Florida,
I was rich before touring ♪
04:22
♪ Thor, standing on my
ten, got it out the floor ♪
04:25
♪ Been jumped off the porch ♪
04:27
♪ Since 14, I had a lawyer ♪
04:29
♪ Hit a lick in a stolen
car with no headlights ♪
04:30
♪ I'll stop at the Wing
Stop, but not the red light ♪
04:33
♪ I killed the whole DMV, no star shit ♪
04:36
♪ Got it off credit cards,
shit, yeah, larceny ♪
04:39
♪ It was back in 2015,
me and Baby linked ♪
04:42
♪ But I'm just a type of young
nigga, listen 'fore I speak ♪
04:44
♪ I'd be flaw to say
Wayne ain't influence me ♪
04:48
♪ I don't play both sides,
nigga, I keep it too G ♪
04:50
♪ I apply rules and shit like
the rules to the skreet ♪
04:53
♪ Whacking niggas and jacking niggas ♪
04:56
♪ For hoes snatching jewelry ♪
04:58
♪ I'm a Haitian boy, I'm
draped up in Cuban link ♪
04:59
♪ Haitian but I'm draped
up in Cuban link ♪
05:02
♪ I swear we ain't even need the hook ♪
05:05
♪ They gave my dawg a long sentence ♪
05:07
♪ He can't even read a book ♪
05:08
♪ Sniper Gang Music 2,
yeah Sniper Gang Music 2 ♪
05:12
♪ The whole Tri county ♪
05:16
♪ I love the Tri county,
but I hate everybody ♪
05:18
Lyrics & Translation
Dive into the vibrant world of Florida hip-hop with Rick Ross, T-Pain, and Kodak Black's "Florida Boy." This track is not just a song; it's a cultural statement, offering an authentic glimpse into the unique slang, regional pride, and storytelling prevalent in the Sunshine State's rap scene. Learning the lyrics can help you grasp vernacular expressions and cultural nuances that paint a vivid picture of life in Florida, making it an engaging way to explore American English in a contemporary context.
[English]
(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 ♪
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