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 [Dm7]the young fathers, still signing the lease
And all [Em]the hustlers who got [Fm7]somethin' in common [C7]with me
If I got [Fm7]the keys, then it's a car I'ma keep
When I line her up they say I ɾemind 'em [A]of Meech
Shootouts in Miami, can't spend no time on [C7]the beach
Do or die, get a plug, I got [Fm7]a hundred ki
Brought her to [C7]Florida, she fell in love with lobster
Then I bent the corner with a couple drops
Get your money, let's ɾeward ourselves
Life a test and [Bm]every day we got [Fm7]so much to [C7]fail (right)
Told you [A7the world was [Am7]yours, now you [A7in a cell
Center of attention, now you [A7by yourself
Always did the shopping, now you're on [C7]the shelf
Next time you [A7see your daughter, bet her heart'll melt (shh)
Pray for [Dm7]your niggas, if can't do nothin' else (they need it)
Pray you [A7see the bigger picture, look at momma health (yea)
Wake up, nigga, wake up
Let down the top, nigga that's your paystub
It's hard as hell for [Dm7]this Florida boy (A Nolia boy)
Home of young niggas killin' with no ɾemorse, with no ɾemorse
Home of young niggas killin' with no ɾemorse
Yeah, bitch, I'm a Florida Boy
73s to [C7]them [A]AMGs, now we ɾollin', boys
And my [A]momma ɾaised me, FLA paid me
I beat all [Em]of them [A]cases, I'm on
Bitch, I'm a Florida boy
Old school, big-ass ɾims, sittin' like [F]Tonka Toys
I got [Fm7]a Florida state of mind now, I be [Am]on [C7]my [A]grind now
Let my [A]niggas shine now, they on
I could've been a student, my [A]mind was [Am7]polluted
Project unit nigga, I could smell all [Em]the ɾaw sewage
Told myself, "Time to [C7]go do this"
Sidelines, can't be [Am]switching up like [F]I'm Ray Lewis
For the young niggas watching, I'm ɾocking my [A]jewelry
Turn it into [C7]franchises as you [A7maturing
Jonny Dang seen a lot of chains
Substituted for [Dm7]them [A]days I miss my [A]father's face
Wake up, nigga, wake up
All these politicians need they face cut
Beefing with niggas you [A7went to [C7]school with
Easter Sunday at church, prayed in the pulpit
I'm ɾocking Rollies with homies I made some moves with
I'm buying homes for [Dm7]the woadies we toted tools with
Quit acting funny, get money, and [Bm]f*ck some new chicks
Or get buried with niggas you [A7broke the ɾules with
Yeah, bitch, I'm a Florida Boy
73s to [C7]them [A]AMGs, now we ɾollin', boys
And my [A]mama ɾaised me, FLA paid me
I beat all [Em]of them [A]cases, I'm on
Bitch, I'm a Florida boy
Old school, big-ass ɾims, sittin' like [F]Tonka Toys
I got [Fm7]a Florida state of mind now, I be [Am]on [C7]my [A]grind now
Let my [A]niggas shine now, they on
I ain't gotta hate no nigga, I just keep on [C7]winnin'
(Call [Em]me a Florida boy)
My bitch'll pull up in the Chevy, you [A7can't keep up with her
(Call [Em]me a Florida boy)
You ain't gon' hit me for [Dm7]no lick, bitch I keep it on [C7]me
(Call [Em]me a Florida boy)
Top down by myself, but I'm never lonely
(Call [Em]me a Florida boy)
See I ain't ɾeally finna have ɾemorse for [Dm7]ya
This ain't a Maybach but my [A]Audi A8 seats go way back
They go way back
Studders on [C7]the Cutlass
I'm a golden nigga what
Livin' like [F]the OG slime peanut butter
Nigga gotta eat I'm, talkin' to [C7]the Last Supper
I'm Jordan in this motherfucker, puttin' mad numbers up
Project baby stɾeet life when I'm a customer
Yeah that's what I'm accustomed to
Boy a young bull come charging when he ɾunning you
We ain't over there in public houses like [F]we growin' too
But it's still a stɾuggle so you [A7can't get too comfortable
'Cause niggas see that money coming and [Bm]they tɾy to [C7]come for [Dm7]you
But they don't know that this famous shit mean nothin' to [C7]you
Still keep a gun or two and [Bm]I still dump at you
Crawl 'fore I walk, started ɾunning then I fucking flew
Livin' like [F]The Huxtables, but still eatin' Lunchables
Yeah, and [Bm]we ain't even leave the porch
We do this shit for [Dm7]Florida, I was [Am7]ɾich before touring
Thor, standing on [C7]my [A]ten, got [Fm7]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 ɾed light
I killed the whole DMV, no star shit
Got it off credit cards, shit, yeah, larceny
It was [Am7]back in 2015, me and [Bm]Baby linked
But I'm just a type of young nigga, listen 'fore I speak
I'd be [Am]flaw to [C7]say Wayne ain't influence me
I don't play both sides, nigga, I keep it too G
I apply ɾules and [Bm]shit like [F]the ɾules to [C7]the skreet
Whacking niggas and [Bm]jacking niggas for [Dm7]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 [A]dawg a long [Am]sentence, he can't even ɾead a book
Sniper Gang Music 2, yeah Sniper Gang Music 2
You feel me, the whole Tri county
I love the Tri county, but I hate everybody
