Hook:

Bitch, I’m a Florida Boy, Florida Boy, Florida Boy, Florida Boy

Live under the sun but die by the gun, you don’t got no choice but to run

I’m a Florida Boy, Florida Boy, Florida Boy, Florida Boy

Itch for redemption, content with my sinning, this the beginning of my end

Verse 1:

Flooding the streets with the dope, Ronald Reagan

Boy, I’m bout my payment, never mock my statements

Plot for acres, when I blow, don’t flock for favors

Aura gold cuz my momma made me

Pockets aching cuz the stock is vacant

But still count my blessings, never stopped my prayers

Killing rappers, asalamalakim

Niggas ain’t a factor when I stomp the pavement

I’m never breaking the code

Materials don’t match the weight of my soul

Set my goals and then I pave it in stone

Meditate on my mistakes and then grow

Marathons round my city like Nipsey

Victory Lap over tracks till I get it

Health over wealth, teachings of Sebi

I’m nitty gritty, got no time for the pity

Hook:

Bitch, I’m a Florida Boy, Florida Boy, Florida Boy, Florida Boy

Live under the sun but die by the gun, you don’t got no choice but to run

I’m a Florida Boy, Florida Boy, Florida Boy, Florida Boy

Itch for redemption, content with my sinning, this the beginning of my end

Verse 2:

No name cobains taking off ya gold chain

South side niggas down to ride, ain’t no game

Bust Glocks, picking up the tops of ya whole gang

Puffing and selling that gas, propane

Everybody wanna rap, everybody wanna trap

Shut the fuck up and just leave it to niggas that seen the real picture and not on Twitter typing shit up in caps

Leave you Smokey, Chris Tucker on Friday

Phonies ain’t picking off my plate

Niggas tryna block my blessings, Vlade

Never folding cuz my presence on Andre

Pen and pad dead all your pitty raps

Move like Meek, dreamchasing where the milly’s at

I’m too Litty, tryna take the city back

Dripped in Black, I’m Will Smith with the mini gat