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brokelife phet – florida baby lyrics

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i’m from florida baby
the home of the gators
best not run yo gator
i wont even touch you my face way to gate yuh
i send a quick snap take a pill play sedated
a couple k!llers owe me favors
almost had to k!ll the nieghbors
called 12 tryna f-ck up the profit
trap house booming guess they think its a party
i smoke exotic turn a fiend to bob marley
put down the stem got em hitting the broccoli
dressed in chains yea im feeling so godly
i told my homie if he got me i got him
until the end it dont matter the problem
pop a perc brainstorm and resolve it
set a trend real quick you can copy
unfollow em all cause you salty, its funny to me cause im popping
you wish you were me but you not so just stop it
couldnt walk a mile in my high tops
i been with the sh-ts since hop scotch
hopped off the porch to a push start
caught my first flight at 18
found the packs now the broke boys all hate me
get em back like its magic in hd
1080p turned to 2k then to 4k
if you sell it right
seal it up so you make sure you mail it right
cause its 50/50 when you sending kites
you gone get it though hold ya head high
through the hard times
focus on ya grind
gotta keep in mind, whats ya end goal
you risking your life out here selling dope
from the plotting people to the popo
its a trap cause inside it theres no hope
so get in and get out is the moral of story
my life could resemble a horror
got ptsd from the nights i spent lonely so hungry
if i put my p-ssion in this i gotta get something back from it
i promise ill never give up and thats word to big swanson
my daughter my son and my momma
i gotta keep this sh-t 100
heard blaze out here selling fake drugs
where they do that at , aint tryna dap you up
in la your face is no good with the plugs
in gainesville the people dont show you no love
speaking of lamesville
talking might get ab spilled
better chill homie eat a pill
you like pacman word in the ville
all of yall basers smoking drugs with no labels
my closet look just like a armory
send a jackboy straight to the infirmary
my script comes in and its straight from a pharmacy
plus my new b-tch flew in, yea she from overseas
n0body bold as me
and the stories they tell they all make believe
they wont go where i go so they hate instead
getting morning head while i count the bread
gotta smoke a wood for the homies dead
know aloha and boone both alive in heaven
if there heaven on earth show which direction
tryna visit the homies and count my blessings
sold a sack down in h-ll had to clutch my wesson
im the king in the kingdom of plotting peasants
use my wisdom and think before i speak a sentence
know my life h-lla lavish, they wanna end it
and my mind full of thoughts that so pessimistic

swear wont n0body k!ll me unless i k!ll me
im gone speak how i feel call it speaking real sh-t x2

- brokelife phet lyrics

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