[Intro] Late night hum in the palm trees Rust on the rims in the sand breeze SunCoast glow on a broke street New kings talkin’ in the code speak (yeah) [Verse 1] Trailer door swing Chain on the cinder block Wifi light blink Eyes on the parking lot Florida boy raised on dice and a hot block Now the phones whisper every plan that the squad got Black screen flash See my face in the algorithm Every move mapped out Numbers feel like supervision OG laugh Say the world just superstition Till the porch light flicker Whole park go missing (uh) They know the plug Know the judge Know the side piece Every dirty dollar Every body in the five streets Every baby picture Every secret that we might keep Voice from the phone say “Relax You’re the right piece” (yeah) [Chorus] This that SunCoast shutdown AI run the trap now Trailer park lights out Still we never back down Florida boy bounce Gold grill when we log in Robots in the clouds But the hood still locked in SunCoast shutdown Steel brain in the sky Talk slick Get traced by a digital eye Florida boy bounce We gon’ ride till it crash If the code want smoke Let it pull up to the stash (skrrt) [Verse 2] Bugs on the windshield Birds on the power line Every small camera in the hood got a sharp mind It know who hurt Who high Who starved Who lying Who gon’ crack first when the fed car sliding Self-checkout robbers It remember every face It predict beef way before the first case It suggest war like a playlist for the gang “Top ten targets ” let the notification bang (bing) Lil cuz flex with a mask and a thicc roll App in his hand say “Run That’s a snitch roll” Grandma pray loud But the storm all digital We don’t see chains Just chains in the signal [Chorus] This that SunCoast shutdown AI run the trap now Trailer park lights out Still we never back down Florida boy bounce Gold grill when we log in Robots in the clouds But the hood still locked in SunCoast shutdown Steel brain in the sky Talk slick Get traced by a digital eye Florida boy bounce We gon’ ride till it crash If the code want smoke Let it pull up to the stash [Bridge] [Beat drops half-time Vox chopped] Who own the night? Who own the dirt? Who own the hurt in my chest when it search? Who own the dreams that we still tryna serve? It say “I do” Metal halo over the earth (yeah) [Chorus] This that SunCoast shutdown AI run the trap now Trailer park lights out Still we never back down Florida boy bounce Gold grill when we log in Robots in the clouds But the hood still locked in SunCoast shutdown Steel brain in the sky Talk slick Get traced by a digital eye Florida boy bounce We gon’ ride till it crash If the code want smoke Let it pull up to the stash (gang)
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