Lil 305

Ayy, yeah, 305, hear me out, you know the vibe, Late night in the city, where the real ones ride, Got the heat in my pocket, can’t let it slide, Hustle hard, no sleep, just the grind and the pride. Street lights flicker, see the shadows move, Lost a couple homies, but I still got the groove, Money on my mind, gotta make it stretch, In this concrete jungle, every step’s a test. Came from the bottom, now I'm stacking up the racks, Survivor in the game, never looking back, Enemies lurking, but I stay on the attack, In the 305, where the real ones never lack. Late nights, bright lights, city full of dreams, Counting all my blessings while I plot on the schemes, Ayy, yeah, this life ain't a movie, no scenes, Just the hustle and the grind, living out my schemes. In the 305 I came from the area where we put middle Fingers up and screaming Fuck the Police. Imma Real Florida Boy Sliding, Road Running on Rags 2 Riches. I grew up around the Alligators y’all Fakes grew up with the Fishes. Dat turn to Bitches. How The Fuck u talking Shit When you never knew me. U better watch what you say Cuz u gonna end cross When shoot dem 3’s. It’s 3AM in Miami I’m outside with my Fast Car 12 get behind Imma do the dash on the I-95 highway imma speed just like speedy Gonzalez Catch me if you can I’m the Fucking gingerbread man Late Night in the City, where the real ones ride, Got the Heat in my pocket, can’t let it slide, Hustle Hard, no sleep, just the grind and the pride. Bitch 305 Shi they know wtf going on gang gang