Middle Of South Florida

[Intro: Sylvan LaCue, Prez P]
This for all my niggas on Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays that's just tryna get their mind right
Do this shit for y'all, you feel me?
Yeah, nigga, you know'm saying
The city, you know, is changing again, na mean
But it's the same old shit
So niggas flexing, boy, you know'm saying

[Hook: Prez P]
I'm in the hood where niggas don't bother me, North Miami where the riders be
Smoking on rapper weed, she wanna follow me, she wanna get on top of me
I'm in the hood where niggas don't bother me, North Miami where the riders be
Smoking on rapper weed, she wanna follow me, she wanna get on top of me

[Verse 1: Prez P]
My outfit is sticking
Lets roll in, no telling where we going
My gas full of that- joint full of that gas too
It's gon' be hell of a summer, shit
We been up since the past two
Gotta get that bag immediately
Can't ever be the last two
I picked up LaCue like hop in my nigga we slidin'
We vibin' lets go to the strip club
We can hit G5 then act like we got 5 G's
Them hoes won't know we lying
Let's see if we get lucky
We buzzin' like the Beehive and
We could live it up
Fuck if our problem knee high and
Tell them freaks just a weekend, they can go off in that deep end
See them niggas plottin'
Leave them boys no option
Kill them haters off and kill these ladies softly

[Hook: Prez P]
I'm in the hood where niggas don't bother me, North Miami where the riders be
Smoking on rapper weed, she wanna follow me, she wanna get on top of me
I'm in the hood where niggas don't bother me, North Miami where the riders be
Smoking on rapper weed, she wanna follow me, she wanna get on top of me

[Verse 2: Sylvan LaCue]
I'm in this bitch with two rollies
Not a watch, listen close now
Came a long way from canned ravioli
Putting hot sausage with the toast
In the city, girl, what's rocking
She gon' hit me back with options
She gon' see me 'cause I'm poppin'
She gon' see me 'cause I'm chillin'
I ain't press her for no action
Prolly why I get the action
That's just the law of attraction
That's just my dawg and he scrapping
Yeah he really from a ghost town
He don't play when it comes to his faction
If you ain't know now you know now
T hit me with the lick
She be my one for my six
She fucked a boy from the six
Wood tappin' on a Saturday
Hittin' purdy lounge where the ratchets play
All the mini cons got the fattest plates
Keep a nigga fed, never back away
Saw her strippin' on a Saturday
I just came to listen back and fade
I'm in the club like a [?]
Feelin' like I'm JT money
Hittin' highs, hittin' lows
Hittin' strides with my woes
It's been a minute since I've been in town to show a nigga where to go
It's wise, wise til' my time dies
Keep a little earth and let my mind fly
Only eights with it, I don't buy dimes
Only eights with it, I don't buy dimes

[Hook: Prez P]
I'm in the hood where niggas don't bother me, North Miami where the riders be
Smoking on rapper weed, she wanna follow me, she wanna get on top of me
I'm in the hood where niggas don't bother me, North Miami where the riders be
Smoking on rapper weed, she wanna follow me, she wanna get on top of me
I'm in the hood where niggas don't bother me, North Miami where the riders be
Smoking on rapper weed, she wanna follow me, she wanna get on top of me
I'm in the hood where niggas don't bother me, North Miami where the riders be

[Interlude: Sylvan LaCue]
Ayo, DJ Bree switch that motherfucking shit, nigga

[Verse 3: Sylvan LaCue]
My way
Tell me what it's like through my way
Tell me what it's like through my way
Tell me what it's like when the skies go wide, oh my oh my
Through my way
Tell me what it's like through my way
Tell me what it's like through my way
Tell me what it's like when the skies go wide, oh my oh my
I'm sticking, I'm rolling
I'm sticking, I'm rolling
I'm sticking, I'm rolling
Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my
I'm sticking, I'm rolling
I'm sticking, I'm rolling
I'm sticking, I'm rolling
Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my way
Tell me what it's like through my way
Tell me what it's like when the sky's so bright and you niggas don't know but I came back home, but I came back home
Through my way
Niggas know I came back man
Niggas know I came back man
Niggas know I came back to do what I had to do
I'm sticking, I'm rolling
I'm sticking, I'm rolling
I'm sticking, I'm rolling
Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my
I'm sticking, I'm rolling
I'm sticking, I'm rolling
I'm sticking, I'm rolling

[Outro: Sylvan LaCue]
Yeah niggas
Once again it's on
Wise, wise for your motherfucking area
South Florida, Florida Man
Coming at you live, from the 305
In your motherfucking dome, taking it to your home
Then to Rome, then to the Mega-dome
Homes
Suckas