Na na na na na
Oh no no no no no, no
Oh no no no no no, no
Dear Florida, it's somethin' in your water
Turnin' babies to killers, families get deported
Dear Florida, it's something in your air
By the time we turn ten, we don't care
(No...)
Dear Florida, it's something in your grass
I'll say if it's a snake when I pass
Dear Florida, I think I smell a fire
It's gon' get deeper, so we should get higher
Life could get tricky, Soulja Rees and some Dickies
They say the streets leave hickeys
Long lines, hazard lights to the repast
I could see it in your face, you need me bad
I could see it in your face, you need me bad
(And I need you... need me bad, and I need you...)
'Cause the mamas out here crying
Their children out here dying
Niggas out here lying
All in their rap songs
No playa hatin' nigga, rap on
When you get dressed, put your cap on
You gon' need it
Aim for his head when you shoot
Strap down, buckle up, I gotta check my boots
Bitch, I'm living proof you can make it out a zoo
Lions, tigers, and bears—
Which one of them is you?
Can't remain captive, gotta get active
Especially if it calls for it
If you my dog, then I'm all for it
If you my bitch, then I'm on all fours
Dear Florida, I will give my all to you
From the 305, know I'm odd to you
Know my role, play it well, give a part to you
(But you gotta play your role...)
Dear Florida, I will give my all to you
From the 305, know I'm odd to you
Know my role, play it well, give a part to you
(But you gotta play your role...)
Dear Florida, it's somethin' in your water
Turnin' babies to killers, families get deported
Dear Florida, it's something in your air
By the time we turn ten, we don't care
(No...)
Dear Florida, it's something in your grass
I'll say if it's a snake when I pass
Dear Florida, I think I smell a fire
It's gon' get deeper, so we should get higher
Okay, the top approaching, but the reaper scoping
Would give you my heart, but it's broken
Streets get colder
But the time keep rolling
So the grind keep going
God's child, plus I'm suited up like a pastor
Grew up 'round real drug dealers and them smackers
If it ain't 'bout touching money, then it's backwards
Go and get that green, watch for snakes in the pastures
Okay, lights, camera, action
Shots fired—what's your reaction?
Is you a gangster or actress?
Traumatized by caskets
I done seen too many of my niggas in 'em
Swear that pain everlasting
Get a grip, get traction
I know it's hard, but get past it
Protect your heart 'cause it's massive
They need me badly
It get deeper than Hadley
That's how that Florida water have 'em
Dear Florida, it's somethin' in your water
Turnin' babies to killers, families get deported
Dear Florida, it's something in your air
By the time we turn ten, we don't care
(No...)
Dear Florida, it's something in your grass
I'll say if it's a snake when I pass
Dear Florida, I think I smell a fire
It's gon' get deeper, so we should get higher
(It's gon' get deeper, so we should get higher...)
