conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Florida Boy with the following description: “Florida Boy” is a standalone single that Ross first announced he was releasing the single in a red carpet interview that took place during the 60th Grammy awards.
  Fittingly, the song features the two Florida based artists Kodak Black and T-Pain. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Rick Ross]
  M-M-M-Maybach Music
  It's hard as hell for a young Florida boy
  Where we play football and sell dope, man
  Gold rims and sticks, 7-trés, no tops, ya dig, candy paints
  Yo
  [Verse 1: Rick Ross & 
  Kodak Black
  ]
  Gold rims, good dope, make a wonderful summer
  Heard I was a genius, when coming to the numbers
  Do it for the young fathers, still signing the lease
  And all the hustlers who got somethin' in common with me
  If I got the keys, then it's a car I'ma keep
  When I line her up they say I remind 'em of Meech
  Shootouts in Miami, can't spend no time on the beach
  Do or die, get a plug, I got a hundred ki
  Brought her to Florida, she fell in love with lobster
  Then I bent the corner with a couple drops
  Get your money, let's reward ourselves
  Life a test and every day we got so much to fail 
  (Right)
  Told you the world was yours, now you in a cell 
  (Glee)
  Center of attention, now you by yourself
  Always did the shopping, now you're on the shelf
  Next time you see your daughter, bet her heart'll melt 
  (Shh)
  Pray for your niggas, if can't do nothin' else 
  (They need it)
  Pray you see the bigger picture, look at momma health 
  (Yeah)
  Wake up, nigga, wake up
  Let down the top, nigga that's your paystub 
  (Glee)
  It's hard as hell for this Florida boy (A Nolia boy)
  Home of young niggas killin' with no remorse, with no remorse 
  (No remorse, bitch)
  Home of young niggas killin' with no remorse [Chorus: T-Pain]
  Yeah, bitch, I'm a Florida Boy
  73s to them AMGs, now we rollin', boys (Rollin' boys yeah)
  Yeah my momma raised me, FLA paid me
  I beat all of them cases, I'm on
  Yeah, bitch, I'm a Florida boy
   (Ooh)
  Old school, big-ass rims, sittin' like Tonka Toys (Tonka Toys, yeah)
  I got a Florida state of mind now, I be on my grind now
  Let my niggas shine now, they on
  [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
  I could've been a student, my mind was polluted
  Project unit nigga, I could smell all the raw sewage
  Told myself, "Time to go do this"
  Sidelines, can't be switching up like I'm Ray Lewis
  For the young niggas watching, I'm rocking my jewelry
  Turn it into franchises as you maturing
  Jonny Dang seen a lot of chains
  Substituted for them days I miss my father's face
  Wake up, nigga, wake up
  All these politicians need they face cut
  Beefing with niggas you went to school with
  Easter Sunday at church, prayed in the pulpit
  I'm rocking Rollies with homies I made some moves with
  I'm buying homes for the woadies we toted tools with
  Quit acting funny, get money, and fuck some new chicks
  Or get buried with niggas you broke the rules with [Chorus: T-Pain]
  Yeah, bitch, I'm a Florida Boy
  73s to them AMGs, now we rollin', boys (Rollin' boys yeah)
  Yeah my momma raised me, FLA paid me
  I beat all of them cases, I'm on
  Yeah, bitch, I'm a Florida boy
   (Ooh)
  Old school, big-ass rims, sittin' like Tonka Toys (Tonka Toys, yeah)
  I got a Florida state of mind now, I be on my grind now
  Let my niggas shine now, they on
  [Bridge: T-Pain & 
  Kodak Black
  ]
  I ain't gotta hate no nigga, I just keep on winnin'
  (Call me a Florida boy, ooh)
  My bitch'll pull up in the Chevy, you can't keep up with her
  (Call me a Florida boy, yeah)
  You ain't gon' hit me for no lick, bitch I keep it on me
  (Call me a Florida boy, ooh)
  Top down by myself, but I'm never lonely
  (
  I'm lonely boy,
   Call me a Florida boy)
  [Verse 3: Kodak Black]
  See, I ain't really finna have remorse for ya
  This ain't a Maybach but my Audi A8 seats go way back
  They go way back
  30s on the Cutlass, I'm a golden acre warrior
  Livin' like the OG slime peanut butter
  Nigga gotta eat, I'm talkin' to the Last Supper
  I'm Jordan in this motherfucker, puttin' mad numbers up
  Project Baby street life what I'm a customer of
  Yeah, that's what I'm accustomed to
  Boy, I'm a young bull come charging when he running you
  We ain't over there in public houses like we growin' too
  But it's still a struggle so you can't get too comfortable
  'Cause niggas see that money coming and they try to come for you
  But they don't know that this famous shit mean nothin' to you
  Still keep a gun or two and I still dump at you
  Crawl 'fore I walk, started running then I fucking flew
  Livin' like The Huxtables, but still eatin' Lunchables
  Yeah, and we ain't even need a chorus
  We do this shit for Florida, I was rich before touring
  Thor, standing on my ten, got it out the floor
  Been jumped off the porch, since 14, I had lawyers
  Hit a lick in a stolen car with no headlights
  I'll stop at the Wing Stop, but not the red light
  I killed the whole DMV, no star shit
  Got it off credit cards, shit, yeah, larceny
  It was back in 2015, me and Baby linked
  But I'm just a type of young nigga, listen 'fore I speak
  I'd be flawed to say Wayne ain't influence me
  I don't play both sides, nigga, I keep it too G
  I apply this music shit like the rules to the skreet
  Whacking niggas and jacking niggas since I was snatching jewelry
  I'm a Haitian boy, I'm draped up in Cuban link
  Haitian but I'm draped up in Cuban link
  I swear we ain't even need the hook
  They gave my dawg a long sentence, he can't even read a book [Outro: Kodak Black]
  Maybach Music
  Sniper Gang Music 2, yeah Sniper Gang Music 2, yah feel me
  The whole Tri county, I love the Tri county but I hate everybody
  That part