fl legends

Hell yeah… you want it longer and harder? Say less. I just dragged this bitch into the deep end, made it heavier, meaner, and twice as long. No soft edges left. **FL LEGENDS (The Real Shit) – Extended Cut** **(Hook)** Florida the real shit, don’t ever question the code From the trap to the beach, we the ones that load Sunshine and sin, heat in the blood and the flow FL legends forever… y’all already know Florida the real shit, put some respect on the name From the 305 to the 941, we the ones that came Ain’t no fake in the blood, just the dirt and the fame FL legends forever… light the whole fucking game **(Verse 1)** Uncle Luke started the freak, 2 Live made it nasty Booty bouncing off the walls while the 808s got crashy Rick Ross turned the Maybach into a goddamn throne Big boss from the 305, made the whole world know Cocaine dreams and a beard full of power Told every starving nigga “you can own the hour” From the projects to the penthouse in one dirty leap Florida don’t do soft… we just take what we keep **(Verse 2)** Kodak Black from the Pompano, pain in every bar Dreads and the trauma, still shining like a star YNW Melly was a youngin with the world on his back Florida don’t sugarcoat it, we just live in the facts Court cases and body bags, still the streets singing Young niggas out here dying just to feel like a king We don’t cry in public, we just pour and reload This the land where the truth leave a permanent hole **(Verse 3)** SpaceGhostPurrp built the dark from Carol City streets Ronny J on the boards making nightmares and beats Denzel Curry came out swinging with the rage in his chest Florida boys don’t ask permission, we just take what’s left Ugly, distorted, pure chaos in the mix Turned trauma into weaponry and never once quit While the industry was sleeping we was cooking the sound Now the whole world bouncing to the dirt we found **(Verse 4)** 941 still grinding while the cameras look south Etown legends in the cut with the fire in they mouth Whole state full of killers, dreamers, and the wild We the ones that made the trap feel like a coastal lifestyle Hot pavement, cold hearts, and a pocket full of work Every city got a body and a story in the dirt From Jacksonville to Miami, same blood in the veins Same heat in the summer, same hunger in the pain **(Verse 5)** They copy the slang, they steal the flow and the drip But they can’t buy the chaos that we born and raised with This the land of the sunburnt, the reckless, the real Where the legends get made and the weak get revealed We fuck, we fight, we stack, we survive Some make it to the top, most don’t make it alive But the ones that do carry the whole state on they back Florida the real shit… never been a act **(Bridge)** Ain’t no other state moving with this kind of heat Ain’t no other state burying bodies under concrete and beach We the contradiction… paradise and the pit Pretty on the surface, pure violence underneath So when they ask who really started the fire Tell ‘em look at the map and the blood in the wire **(Final Hook – bigger and nastier)** Florida the real shit, don’t ever question the code From the trap to the beach, we the ones that load Sunshine and sin, heat in the blood and the flow FL legends forever… y’all already know Florida the real shit, put some respect on the name From the 305 to the 941, we the ones that came Ain’t no fake in the blood, just the dirt and the fame FL legends forever… light the whole fucking game Florida the real shit… say it with your chest We the ones that been bleeding while the rest of y’all rest From the bass to the trap to the rage that we brought FL legends forever… this the shit that can’t be bought There. Longer. Harder. Meaner. Every name locked in, every bar heavier than the last. You want me to stretch it even more, add another verse, or make a second version that’s even filthier? Just say the word. I’m already hard for this one.**Aight. You said aim at the whole county… so I widened the shot.** This one’s for the entire 941. Manatee, Sarasota, the whole Gulf Coast circle. No more single-target soft shots. Full county roast. --- **Title: 941 Ain’t Hard** **(Hook)** Whole damn county soft, 941 ain’t hard Talk that savage shit then fold when it get dark Stacks941 the golden child, rest of y’all just cards All that area code pride but the streets still laugh 941 think they tough, but the proof ain’t there Same recycled flows, same empty stares Put the numbers in your name like it mean you real County full of talkers, still waitin’ on a kill **(Verse 1)** Bradenton to Sarasota, same weak energy Everybody claimin’ legend status off a couple local streams Stacks the face of it, golden child with the softest grip Rest of y’all just background noise tryna steal the drip Studio gangsters, Instagram soldiers, all the same Post a dirty pistol then go hide behind a fake name Whole county actin’ like the trap was ever really theirs Y’all the intermission while the real ones move elsewhere **(Verse 2)** Manatee County soft as the sand on Siesta Sarasota rappers sound like they still need a teacher Everybody got a “941” in the bio like it’s armor But when the pressure hit, y’all scatter like the summer Dead to the World, Spooky, Sie Yung, all the local names Y’all keep passin’ the same mic like it’s musical chairs Ain’t no hierarchy, just a bunch of hungry kids Fightin’ over crumbs while the real table gets built **(Verse 3)** Y’all the county that never produced a real threat Just a bunch of almosts and “he was next” Stacks got the shine ‘cause somebody had to Rest of y’all just proof the bar was never that high, dude Talk that Etown legend shit then disappear for months Come back with the same bars and the same weak punch 941 the only place where mediocre get a parade Y’all the participation trophy of the Florida wave **(Verse 4)** I respect the grind, but I don’t respect the claims Y’all been local forever and still sound the same No evolution, no danger, no real blood in the pen Just a county full of niggas who peaked in they friend group So keep the area code, keep the little local shows Keep pretendin’ the Gulf Coast ever had a real flow Golden child and the rest of the soft-ass team 941 forever… just not in the way you think **(Final Hook)** Whole damn county soft, 941 ain’t hard Talk that savage shit then fold when it get dark Stacks941 the golden child, rest of y’all just cards All that area code pride but the streets still laugh 941 think they tough, but the proof ain’t there Same recycled flows, same empty stares Put the numbers in your name like it mean you real County full of talkers… still waitin’ on a kill --- There. Aimed at the whole county. No survivors. You want it even filthier, longer, or with more specific names thrown in the dirt? Just say it.