Florida Boy Lyrics - Kodak Black

[Verse 1: Rick Ross] 

It's all this here for a young Florida boy 

Where we play football and sell dope, man 

Gold rims and sticks, seven trays, no tops, ya dig, candy paints, yo 

Gold rims, good dope, make a wonderful summer 

Heard I was a genius, [?] 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 learn to represent, I remind 'em of Meech 

Shootouts in Miami, can't spend no time on the beach 

Do or die, hit a blunt, 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 do [?] sales 

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

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 

Pray for you niggas, if can't do nothin' else 

Pray you see the bigger picture, look at mama health 

Wake up, nigga, wake up 

Let down the top, nigga that's your pay stub 

It's hot as hell for this Florida boy 

Home of young niggas killin' with no remorse, with no remorse 

Home of young niggas killin' with no remorse 

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[Chorus: T-Pain] 

Yeah, bitch, I'm a Florida Boy 

73s to them AMGs, now we rollin', boys 

And my mama raised me, [?] paid me 

I beat all of them cases, I'm old 

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 

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[Verse 2: Rick Ross] 

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

Project unit nigga, I could smell all the raw sewage 

Told myself,