From The 2-3-9

[Intro] Yeah Florida boy From the 2-3-9 Uh (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus] I’m from the 2-3-9, boy I say that loud Fort Myers, Naples, got the fam in the crowd Florida boy pride, you can see it in my stride Sunburnt skin, but the gold still shine I’m from the 2-3-9, yeah that’s my side Pine trees, palm trees, both in my life Front porch talk, grandma yelling “come inside” But I’m outside reppin’ for the 2-3-9 [Verse 1] Sand in my socks Cleats by the door Coach yelling wind sprints We just want the score Gator on the shirt Salt on the fries Hit the mall parking lot Let the cars glide Zinco on my nose Chain on my neck Cousin got a boat We ain’t worried ’bout a flex Hood cookout Plates stacked high Hot sauce stain Still clean in the eye (yeah) [Chorus] [Verse 2] Early in the mornin’ Storm clouds roll Mama say pray Then we let it all go Thunder in the sky Thunder in the trunk Whole block jump When they feel that bump Hurricanes come We just board and laugh Cards on the table Turn pain into cash If you from my code Throw it in the sky Two, three, nine Let ’em know we outside (outside!) [Chorus]