Florida Boy - Rick Ross feat T-Pain & Kodak Black
[Intro: Rick Ross]
It's hard as hell for a young Florida boy
Where we play football and sell dope, man
Gold rims and sticks, 7-tres, no tops, ya dig, candy paints
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
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 (right)
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 (shh)
Pray for your n_ggas, if can't do nothin' else (they need it)
Pray you see the bigger picture, look at momma health (yea)
Wake up, n_gga, wake up
Let down the top, n_gga that's your paystub
It's hard as hell for this Florida boy (A Nolia boy)
Home of young n_ggas killin' with no remorse, with no remorse
Home of young n_ggas killin' with no remorse
[Chorus: T-Pain]
Yeah, b_tch, 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
B_tch, 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 n_ggas shine now, they on
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I could've been a student, my mind was polluted
Project unit n_gga, 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 n_ggas 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, n_gga, wake up
All these politicians need they face cut
Beefing with n_ggas 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 f_ck some new chicks
Or get buried with n_ggas you broke the rules with
[Chorus: T-Pain]
Yeah, b_tch, 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
B_tch, 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 n_ggas shine now, they on
[Bridge: T-Pain]
I ain't gotta hate no n_gga, I just keep on winnin'
(Call me a Florida boy)
My b_tch'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, b_tch I keep it on me
(Call me a Florida boy)
Top down by myself, but I'm never lonely
(Call me a Florida boy)
[Verse 3: Kodak Black]
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 n_gga what
Livin' like the OG slime peanut b_tter
N_gga gotta eat I'm, talkin' to the Last Supper
I'm Jordan in this motherf_cker, 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 n_ggas see that money coming and they try to come for you
But they don't know that this famous sh_t mean nothin' to you
Still keep a gun or two and I still dump at you
Crawl 'fore I walk, started running then I f_cking flew
Livin' like The Huxtables, but still eatin' Lunchables
Yeah, and we ain't even leave the porch
We do this sh_t 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 sh_t
Got it off credit cards, sh_t, yeah, larceny
It was back in 2015, me and Baby linked
But I'm just a type of young n_gga, listen 'fore I speak
I'd be flaw to say Wayne ain't influence me
I don't play both sides, n_gga, I keep it too G
I apply rules and sh_t like the rules to the skreet
Whacking n_ggas and jacking n_ggas 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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