Just Another Kid From Broward

[Intro]
Yoooo
This a funk right here
Broward County shit, 954
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Tied man
Uh

[Hook]x2
Flawida boi
24k in a grill
Tighten up y'all know it's real, Ima flawida boi
Tide
I think you fried
Now you gone know who I am, Ima flawida boi
Bet
Come to the south
They put a gun in ya mouth, Ima flawida boi
Yee
Chasing the green
All of my jiht's is fien's

[Verse 1]
Flawida boy
I hope my county can fuck with the boy
I hear the hate I sit back and ignore
9,5, I'm under the 4
Too busy talking bout money and women
Broward got talent but some of its hidden
Shoutout them people that just got Acquitted
I know y'all niggas don't fuck with the vision
Ahead of the game and I'm fiening for more
Long time since I looked at the score
King I just need a chalice and torch
I been on go
Jumped off the porch like they all say
Had to hustle up in the hallway's
Joe plotting on a mill all day
Took the chain off cuz I ain't into stunting
Keep it 1k
We don't keep it hunned
The wanna surf I ain't Riding the wave
Put me on a chain If I die today
If we go to war then pass me the K
We gone lay you out and let it decay
Hope my city listen to what I say
You ain't helping me then you in the way
If we go to war then pass me the K
We gone lay you out and let it decay
Sunshine boy I live in the state
Sunshine boy I live in the state
Hand in the pot you not gettin a plate
I'm about to stick my foot in the game

[Hook]x2
Flawida boi
24k in a grill
Tighten up y'all know it's real, Ima flawida boi
Tide
I think you fried
Now you gone know who I am, Ima flawida boi
Bet
Come to the south
They put a gun in ya mouth, Ima flawida boi
Yee
Chasing the green
All of my jiht's is fien's

[Verse2]
Verse 2 for the hearse's too
Uh
Let the beat ride Im murking you, this For my gold wearing
Money spreading
Paper chasing dawgs running curfews
We gone Pack it up
Rack it up
Go again
Wrote a couple more rhymes, I rep Broward County, FL, South Side, 954 times it go

[Hook]x2
Flawida boi
24k in a grill
Tighten up y'all know it's real, Ima flawida boi
Tide
I think you fried
Now you gone know who I am, Ima flawida boi
Bet
Come to the south
They put a gun in ya mouth, Ima flawida boi
Yee
Chasing the green
All of my jiht's is fien's

[Verse Switch]

[Verse 3]
When times was bleak
I remember living no heat for the week
I remember hearing gunshots in the middle of the night and I pray it don't kill my dreams
Remember back then, And remember back when
When I ain't even have no crew
Remember them niggas rolled in up my house
Remember they stole my ps2
I was like 6, More like 10
Really shady more like tints
Slept on the couch Now I'm in the den
Used to wanna go and drown my sins
But I ain't never going back under
I done got up out my slumber
And they talking Harriet Tubman go and put Mr.King on them hundreds
Not a bad kid but said fuck school
Always feed my lunch good
Late night and they bust tools mama checkin in just to see I'm good Back to the back of the hood I ain't lacking no ammunition
With a 16 and 6 bars on me boy I be ready for the competition
Fuck the ops up in my position
Writing stories in my composition
I was selling to my whole school cause a nigga gotta get his pockets filling
But that's too complicated
Crack dropping our population
Broken Brush and we still painted
Look at what a OG created
Young buck in the Lauderdale, if you didn't know they got a lotta hell
Niggas packing them slug's boy if you didn't know they got a lotta shell's
Hanging out with them drug dealer's
Before I knew that they was drug dealer's
I ain't no plug nigga
And this for all of my young niggas
Growing up in the

[Hook]
954
Gotta get up
Gotta get up
Up in the 954
Gotta get up
Gotta get up
Up in the 954
Gotta get up
Gotta get up
Up in the 954
Gotta get up, up, up
Up in the 954
Gotta get up
Gotta get up
Up in the 954
Gotta get up
Gotta get up
Up in the 954
Gotta get up
Gotta get up
Up in the 954
Gotta get up, up, up, up, up

[Verse 4]
And it's back to hell now
Big cousin locked up in jail now
Auntie probably like "what the hell" now
And we don't even got the bail now
Telling stories of my life in the past
Still skip school teacher's all on my ass
Learning bout life I don't need no class
Everybody dies when it's money in the bag
Same thing new clip
Another body, new's clip
They grab the bag and then they pour the white like cool whip
Im on the phone like "who's this?'
Somebody told me it's the reaper on the phone (Noo)
And he know's Im all alone (Noo)
And if I break into that house
And get caught, I ain't never coming home
So I stay on my ground
Stay on my feet and Im watching my bound's
What's with police always shooting us down
Taking my pen and Im walking a mile
Snake's all around
Yeah, and I just got out of bed
Ain't no halo round my head
Spitting like theres a gun to my head
And I wouldn't be surprised
Living my life
Up in the 954

[Outro]
Gotta get up
Gotta get up
Up in the 954
Gotta get up, up, up, up