It's hard as hell for a young Florida boy, when we play football and sell dope, man. Gold rims and sticks, seven trades, no tops, dead candy paints, yo. Gold rims, good dope, make a wonderful summer. Heard I was a genius with dumb little numbers. Do it for the young fathers still sounding the least. And all the hustlers who got something in common with me. If I got the keys, then it's a Kahoma key. When I line them up, they say I remind them of Meech. Shootouts in Miami, can't spend no time on the beach. Do or die, get up like I got a honey king. Born to the Florida, she fell in love with lobster. Can't hop in 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 the cell. Center of attention, now you by yourself. Always did the shopping, now you on the shelf. Next time you see your daughter, better haul them out. Pray for your niggas if they do nothing else. Pray you see the bigger picture, look at mama health. Wake up nigga, wake up. Lay down the top nigga, that's your pay style. It's hard as hell for this Florida boy. Home of young niggas killing with no remorse. With no remorse. Home of young niggas killing with no remorse. Bitch, I'm a Florida boy. Seven threes to them AMGs, now we rolling bars. Rolling bars, yeah. Yeah, 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, *** like Tarka Tars. Tarka Tars, yeah. I got a Florida stain on mine now. I be on my grind now. Let my niggas shine, now they on. I could have been a student, my mind was polluted. Project Union nigga, I could smell all the wrong 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. Johnny Dang seen a lot of change. 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 pool pit. I'm rocking rollers with homies I made some moves with. Up on homes with the roadies we told the tools with. Quit acting funny, get money and *** some new chicks. Hug and bury with niggas you broke the rules with. Bitch, I'm a Florida boy. Seven threes to them AMGs, now we rolling boys. Rolling boys, yeah. Yeah, 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, *** like Tarka Tars. Tarka Tars, yeah. 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 winning. Lonely Florida boy. My bitch a pull up in the Chevy, you can't keep up with her. Lonely Florida boy. You ain't gonna hit me for no leg, bitch, I keep it on me. Lonely Florida boy. Time to die on by myself, but I'm never lonely. Lonely Florida boy. See, I ain't really finna have remorse for you. This ain't a Maybach, but my all-day AACs go way back. They go way back. Thottas on the cutlass, I'm a golden acre worth. Living like an OG, slime, peanut butter. Nigga gotta eat, I'm talking to the Last Supper. I'm Jordan and this mother***er putting math numbers up. Project Baby Street Life, boy, I'm a customer. Yeah, that's what I'm accustomed to. Boy, my young boy come charging when he running you. We ain't over there in public houses like we growling to. 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 y'all know that this famous *** mean nothing to you. Still keep a gun or two, and I still dump at you. Crawled for a walk, started running, then I ***ing flew. Living like a hustler, but we're still here in Huncherville. Yeah, and we ain't even need a Porsche. We do this *** for Florida. I was rich before it's worn. Thor, standing on my ten, got it off the floor. Been junked off the porch since 14, I had lawyers. Hit a lick in a stolen car with no headlights. I stop at the wing stop, but not a red light. I killed the whole DMV, no star ***. Got it all credit card ***, yeah, larceny. It was back in 2015, me and Babyline. But I'm just a type of young nigga, listen before I speak. I be flawless, say Wayne ain't no fool, it's me. I don't play both sides, nigga, I keep it at 2G. I'll type mean *** like the rules to the street. Wacky niggas and jacky niggas from South snatchin' jewelry. I'm a Haitian boy, I'm draped up in Cuban ink. Haitian when I'm draped up in Cuban ink. I swear, Wayne ain't even need a hook. They gave my dog a long sentence, he can't even read a book. Sniper Gang music, too. Yeah, Sniper Gang music, too. You feel me? The whole track kinda. I love the track kinda, but I hate everybody. That part. Copyright © 2020, New Thinking Allowed Foundation