Chords for Rick Ross - Florida Boy (Official Video) ft. T-Pain, Kodak Black

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[Gm] It's hard as hell for a young Florida boy, when we play football and sell dope, man.
[Am] _ [Dm] _ Gold rims and [Am] sticks, seven trades, [Dm] no tops, dead candy paints, [C] yo.
[Gm] _
Gold rims, good dope, make a wonderful summer.
Heard I was [C] a genius, [F] but come here to numbers.
Do it for the young fathers, still sounding [Dm] the least.
And all the hustlers who got [Em] something in [Gm] common with me.
[F] If I got the keys, then it's a karma key.
When [Gm] I line them up, they say I [C] remind them [F] of me.
Shootouts in Miami, can't spend no time on the beach.
Do or die, get [C] up last, I got a honey [B] [Gm] key.
Born in Florida, she fell in love [C] with life.
[Bb] Can't hop in the [C] car to win a [F] couple drops.
Get your money, let's reward ourselves.
Life a test and every day we [Em] got so much [Bb] to fail.
[F] Told you the world was yours, now you in the cell.
Send a [C] repetition, now [F] you by yourself.
[Am] Always did the shopping, now you on [F] the shelf.
Next time you see your [Em] daughter, better [D] heart her mouth.
Pray for your [F] niggas if they do nothing else.
Pray you see the bigger picture, look at mama health. _
[Am] Wake up nigga, [F] wake up.
Lay down the top [C] nigga, [G] that's your face, dog.
[Dm] It's hard as hell for this Florida boy.
Home of young niggas [C] killing with no remorse. _ _
With no [F] remorse.
Home of young niggas [C] killing with no remorse.
Bitch [F] I'm a Florida boy.
7'3 to them AMGs, now we rolling [Am] boys.
Yeah [Bb] my mama raised [D] me, FLA [F] played me.
I did all of them cases, I'm old.
_ Bitch I'm a Florida boy.
Old school, big ass rims, shit like rock guitars.
[Gm] I got a Florida stain [Am] on mine, I [D] be on my grind [F] now.
Let my niggas shine, I [C] ain't old.
_ [Gm] _ I could have been a student, my mind was polluted.
Projection and nigga, [Em] I could smell [F] all the raw sewage.
[Am] Told myself, time to go do this.
Sidelines can't be switching [Gm] up like I'm Ray Lewis.
For them young niggas watching, I'm rocking my jewelry.
Turn it into [C] franchises [F] as you maturing.
_ [Am] Johnny Dang seen a [Dm] lot of change.
Substituted for them [Em] days I miss my [Dm] father's face.
_ [G] Wake up nigga, wake up.
All these politicians need they [F] face cut.
[C] Beefing with niggas you went to [Dm] school with.
Easter Sunday at [C] church, prayed [Dm] in the croupier.
I'm rocking rollers with homies I made some [Bb] moves with.
[G] I'm buying homes for the roadies [C] we told the [Dm] crews [F] with.
Quit acting funny, get money and fuck some new chicks.
Or get buried with niggas you [C] broke the rules with.
[F] Bitch I'm a Florida boy.
Seven threes, put them eights in G's, now we rolling bars.
[Am] Yeah, [E] my mama raised me, [F] FLA played me.
I beat all of them cases, I'm old.
_ Bitch I'm a Florida boy.
Old school, big ass [Dm] rims, shit like rock guitars.
[C] [Gm] I got a Florida stain [F] in mind now, I be on my grind now.
Let my [Dm] niggas shine now [Am] they on.
[Dm] [Gm] I ain't gotta hate no nigga, I just keep on winning.
Lonely Florida boy.
[Dm] My bitch a full up in the Chevy, you can't keep up with her.
[E] [Dm] Lonely Florida boy.
_ You ain't gonna hit me for no leg, bitch I keep it on me.
[C] _ Lonely [Dm] Florida boy.
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[Dm] Calm down by myself, but I'm never lonely.
[C] [Am] Lonely [Dm] Florida boy.
[Am] See [Gm] I ain't really finna [F] have remorse for you.
This ain't a Maybach, [Gm] but my holiday [Am] ACs go [Dm] way back.
They go way back.
[C] Thottas on [Bb] the cutlass, I'm a golden acre worth.
[Gm] Living like an OG, slime, peanut butter.
Nigga gotta [F] eat, I'm talking to the Last Supper.
I'm [E] joining this [F] motherfucker, putting math numbers [C] up.
[Gm] Project Baby Street Life, what I'm accustomed to.
Yeah, that's what I'm accustomed [Dm] to.
[Em] When my [Dm] young boy come charging, when he [E] running you.
We ain't [B] over there in public houses like we growing to.
But [C] it's still a [Bb] struggle, so you can't get [F] too comfortable.
Cause niggas see that money coming and they try to come for you.
[C] But I don't [Dm] know that this famous shit mean [E] nothing to you.
Still keep a [C] gun or two and I still dump the truth.
Crawled for [Gm] a walk, started running, then I fucking flew.
Living like a Hunterwood, but still here in Hunterwood.
Yeah, [Dm] and we ain't even [Am] need a porch.
We do this shit [Fm] for Florida.
I was a hooch for 4th floor.
[Am]
[Bb] Sitting on my 10, got it off the floor.
Get jumped off the porch in [Dm] 14, I had lawyers.
[C] Hit a nip [Dm] in a stolen car [F] with no headlights.
I stop at the wing stop, but not a red light.
I [C] kicked the [Gm] whole DMV, no soft shit.
Got it all credit card shit, yeah, larceny.
[Am] It was [F] back in 2015, me and [C] Babylon.
But I'm just the type of young nigga listen for I speak.
I [Bb] be flawless, [F] say Wayne, ain't no fool with me.
I don't play both sides, [G] nigga, I keep it, it's too [C] cheap.
I'll try to [Dm] move this shit like the rulers to the street.
Wacky niggas and jacky niggas from the house snatching jewelry.
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[Dm] I'm a Haitian boy, I'm straight loving Cuban ain't.
[Gm] Haitian, but I'm straight loving Cuban [Dm] ain't.
[C] [Dm] I swear, Wayne ain't even need a hook.
They gave my dog a long sentence, he can't even read a book.
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Sniper Gang music, too.
We got Sniper Gang music, too.
You feel me?
The [C] whole [Dm] Tricon.
I love Tricon, but I hate everybody.
[A] That's all.
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