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

Pray you see 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 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