Xeb, Xeb Da'One - Florida Lyrics

We was them youngins like
When we was in the trenches, It used to rain all the time
You feel me, we ain't never have no sunny days
We ain't have no days where stuff was really happening
In life you just got to keep going
I ain't see sunny days so I came down to Florida
All my youngins hotboiis like they comin straight outta Florida (Hot hot)
I'm catchin' vibes from Florida
Kodak down in Florida
Xeb down in Florida
You should come to Florida (Come to florida)
I ain't Kodak but I'm vibing on the beat (I'm vibin)
My flow so slippery I be slidin on the beach (I'm slidin)
God come and get me cause I'm fasting through the heat (I'm fastin)
It's a quarter for some feet, I told them boys I'll pay the fee (I'll pay the fee)
I ain't do 9 to 5 for 3 years I'm lit
Lil shawty keep asking me "How you make the money you get?"
I keep lil bro next to me, my youngin' is my jit
God keeps on blessing me, I ain't stressing bout no chick (Yea yea)
I'm still gone drop cause I'm hot, you should turn the fan on
In my city I get love, cause I keep these bands on
In my city I get love, cause I see the end zone
I get my woahs from the 6
I took my bros out the mix
I ain't see sunny days so I came down to Florida
All my youngins hotboiis like they comin straight outta Florida (Hot hot)
I'm catchin vibes from Florida
Kodak down in Florida
Xeb down in Florida
You should come to Florida (Come to Florida)
We some bread winnas, money come in rolls like the 6
We some head spinnas, brody never told what he did (Brody never told)
I was head sinna, God told me woah you should quit
To shake the hate, I was getting baked
I was getting fried cause of haters
They tried to hang me by tryna claim that I was paper weight
But I'm getting paper, I got family I don't never see
I ain't never been to the bay
Cops tried to hawk me down in the A
I got away, I did the race
I still regret taking L's to the face
I still regret the shawties I baed
They never loved me, not like they say
They never trusted me, not like they say
I tell em aye say less, I tell em aye say less
I tell em aye say less, I tell em aye say less
I tell em aye say less, I tell em...
Say less
You did the race cause the bread that you ain't pay back
Mom I'm on the road, I quit my job I get more pay checks
Dad ain't never know, bout my goals, but I chase that
Money I break I don't take back
You in my face cause I take jets
I grew up fast, I got raised on the Sev
When the shooting got real, I got right in the draft
I dream bout the field, every night that I slept
They ain't picture me ballin' back on the drags
You spending that time chasing a bag
Money I spend I don't make
All of them buses I took, I ain't never wan take
That's how it is, that's how it is (Yea yea)
We used to hop on them trolleys, even though we ain't have no money
Yea we still got training days, it don't stop, not even on Sunday
Pop tryna talk, I ain't care he gone preach, It don't mean none
The streets still hot, they servin' that pot, they gone bake in the mornin'
Yea yea
I ain't see sunny days so I came down to Florida
All my youngins hotboiis like they comin straight outta Florida (hot hot)
I'm catchin vibes from Florida
Kodak down in Florida
Xeb down in Florida
You should come to Florida (Come to Florida)
We used to hop on them trolleys, even though we ain't have no money
Yea we still got training days, it don't stop, not even on Sunday
Pop tryna talk, I ain't care he gone preach, It don't mean none
The streets still hot, they servin' that pot, they gone bake in the mornin'
Yea yea

We was them youngins like
When we was in the trenches, It used to rain all the time
You feel me, we ain't never have no sunny days
We ain't have no days where stuff was really happening
In life you just got to keep going
I ain't see sunny days so I came down to Florida
All my youngins hotboiis like they comin straight outta Florida (Hot hot)
I'm catchin' vibes from Florida
Kodak down in Florida
Xeb down in Florida
You should come to Florida (Come to florida)
I ain't Kodak but I'm vibing on the beat (I'm vibin)
My flow so slippery I be slidin on the beach (I'm slidin)
God come and get me cause I'm fasting through the heat (I'm fastin)
It's a quarter for some feet, I told them boys I'll pay the fee (I'll pay the fee)
I ain't do 9 to 5 for 3 years I'm lit
Lil shawty keep asking me "How you make the money you get?"
I keep lil bro next to me, my youngin' is my jit
God keeps on blessing me, I ain't stressing bout no chick (Yea yea)
I'm still gone drop cause I'm hot, you should turn the fan on
In my city I get love, cause I keep these bands on
In my city I get love, cause I see the end zone
I get my woahs from the 6
I took my bros out the mix
I ain't see sunny days so I came down to Florida
All my youngins hotboiis like they comin straight outta Florida (Hot hot)
I'm catchin vibes from Florida
Kodak down in Florida
Xeb down in Florida
You should come to Florida (Come to Florida)
We some bread winnas, money come in rolls like the 6
We some head spinnas, brody never told what he did (Brody never told)
I was head sinna, God told me woah you should quit
To shake the hate, I was getting baked
I was getting fried cause of haters
They tried to hang me by tryna claim that I was paper weight
But I'm getting paper, I got family I don't never see
I ain't never been to the bay
Cops tried to hawk me down in the A
I got away, I did the race
I still regret taking L's to the face
I still regret the shawties I baed
They never loved me, not like they say
They never trusted me, not like they say
I tell em aye say less, I tell em aye say less
I tell em aye say less, I tell em aye say less
I tell em aye say less, I tell em...
Say less
You did the race cause the bread that you ain't pay back
Mom I'm on the road, I quit my job I get more pay checks
Dad ain't never know, bout my goals, but I chase that
Money I break I don't take back
You in my face cause I take jets
I grew up fast, I got raised on the Sev
When the shooting got real, I got right in the draft
I dream bout the field, every night that I slept
They ain't picture me ballin' back on the drags
You spending that time chasing a bag
Money I spend I don't make
All of them buses I took, I ain't never wan take
That's how it is, that's how it is (Yea yea)
We used to hop on them trolleys, even though we ain't have no money
Yea we still got training days, it don't stop, not even on Sunday
Pop tryna talk, I ain't care he gone preach, It don't mean none
The streets still hot, they servin' that pot, they gone bake in the mornin'
Yea yea
I ain't see sunny days so I came down to Florida
All my youngins hotboiis like they comin straight outta Florida (hot hot)
I'm catchin vibes from Florida
Kodak down in Florida
Xeb down in Florida
You should come to Florida (Come to Florida)
We used to hop on them trolleys, even though we ain't have no money
Yea we still got training days, it don't stop, not even on Sunday
Pop tryna talk, I ain't care he gone preach, It don't mean none
The streets still hot, they servin' that pot, they gone bake in the mornin'
Yea yea