Florida Boy Rick Ross (Ft. Kodak Black & T-Pain)

[Intro: Rick Ross]
M-M-M-Maybach Music
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

[Verse 1: Rick Ross & Kodak Black]
Gold rims, good dope, make a wonderful summer
Heard I was a genius, when coming 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 (Glee)
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 (Yeah)
Wake up, nigga, wake up
Let down the top, nigga that's your paystub (Glee)
It's hard as hell for this Florida boy (A Nolia boy)
Home of young niggas killin' with no remorse, with no remorse (No remorse, bitch)
Home of young niggas killin' with no remorse