Name: Rick Ross - Florida Boy ft.T-Pain, Kodak Black (Rick Ross - Florida Boy ft. T-Pain, Kodak Black)
Uploaded: 2021-01-14T07:22:09.000Z
Duration: 5 min 32 s
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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

Life a test and every day we got so much to fail (right)

Told you the world was yours, now you in a cell

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 niggas, if can't do nothin' else (they need it)

Pray you see the bigger picture, look at momma health (yea)

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

Old school, big-ass rims, sittin' like Tonka Toys

I got a Florida state of mind now, I be on my grind now

I could've been a student, my mind was polluted

Project unit nigga, I could smell all the raw sewage

Sidelines, can't be switching up like I'm Ray Lewis

For the young niggas watching, I'm rocking my jewelry

Substituted for them days I miss my father's face

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

I ain't gotta hate no nigga, I just keep on winnin'

My bitch'll pull up in the Chevy, you can't keep up with her

You ain't gon' hit me for no lick, bitch I keep it on me

See I ain't really finna have remorse for ya

This ain't a Maybach but my Audi A8 seats go way back

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

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

We do this shit for Florida, I was rich before touring

Thor, standing on my ten, got it out the floor

Hit a lick in a stolen car with no headlights

I'll stop at the Wing Stop, but not the red light

Got it off credit cards, shit, yeah, larceny

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

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