Shamizee - Florida Boy

Florida boy I'm Florida grown that's how it be
Street fight and Sunday school in the same week
I try to honor God but sometimes I be weak
They be all up in my business like lemme be me
Bout to do the dash like I'm Lightning McQueen
My God seeing everything like He got the beam
Try not to slip into greed but I love the green
It's hard to not love the game can you blame me

He died on the tree took one for the team
Only one that got my got back it's my God and me
But do not try me cause I'll turn to Ali
I'm talking float like a butterfly sting like a bee
Not like a bee no sting like a wasp
Stirring up the holy water I got the sauce
Italian mafia God is the boss
Don't worry bout my saw dust cause you got a log
I don't be killing I be fighting and I'm cussing
To me it's just this life dawg to me it ain't nothing
Look at me wrong and my crew will get the jumping
Try me if you wanna, but I promise I ain't bluffing
Met a new girl but I promise I ain't cuffing
I made that choice once she just left with no discussion
I don't do the lies no I don't do the fronting
You always tryna show out y'all steady stunting
I'll never trust nobody only trust my inner circle
People steady lying swear they only wanna hurt you
Quick on my feet lil boy I am not a turtle
I don't do the talking boy I don't do the verbal
I don't do the verbal no I'm all about the action
Catch me on the wrong day and it is automatic
Catch me on the wrong day and that'll be tragic
Hit you with the slightest hand I ain't talking magic
Hold up lemme go back got little distracted
Back to my God do you remember the Passion
Cause of that I'll let you slide just like I do subtraction
If you do me wrong twice you will be contacted
But after that I will repent that not what God is asking
I don't need a seatbelt cause I'm praying and I'm fasting
Nothing else is permanent only God is lasting
Breath taking blessings yeah my God will leave you gasping
Down here in the FLA where all the dudes are trapping
Make sure that you strapped in if you not you will be lacking
Jesus is my passion but the jits gon get the bag in
The feds they always tracking cause the jits they steady flagging I'm a

Florida boy I'm Florida grown that's how it be
Street fight and Sunday school in the same week
I try to honor God but sometimes I be weak
They be all up in my business like lemme be me
Bout to do the dash like I'm lightning McQueen
My God seeing everything like He got the beam
Try not to slip into greed but I love the green
It's hard to not love the game can you blame me

321 I'm a Brevard baby
Jumping off the pier cause you know we crazy
Do not blame me that's how my momma done made me
Should be dead or in jail but God saved me
He saved me but it's hard I'm tryna turn from my ways
Like I could dealing but I'm choosing a wage
Like I could chase the bag but I'm chasing the faith
Like I could be partying but I'm giving praise
Like I could rap bout sin but I'm being holy tho
Know a Christian jit that smoke the za I'm talking holy smokes
Had a plan and God done changed my life I'm talking audible
Jesus gimme everlasting life I'm tryna follow bro
Where this life is leading me to be honest I don't know
Life is too short to stress sorta like a molecule
Going through some junk that I thought was impossible
God this life is getting real hard I'm tryna call on ya
God this life is getting real hard I gotta thug it out
Character development tell me God what's that about
Faith of a mustard seed and you know I'm tryna sprout
Giving my all to God so I ain't got no room to doubt
I told you where I'm from born and raised in the dirty south
Judas in the mix so I suggest you watch around
I try to just laugh it off but I do not play around
I ain't take no disrespect so you better watch yo mouth

Florida boy I'm Florida grown that's how it be
Street fight and Sunday school in the same week
I Try to honor God but sometimes I be weak
They be all up in my business like lemme be me
Bout to do the dash like I'm lightning McQueen
My God seeing everything like He got the beam
Try not to slip into greed but I love the green
It's hard to not love the game can you blame me

Written by:
John Moros, ShaMar Washington

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