North Fort Nights (Remastered)

rap, Swampy Southern bass-rap banger, 94 BPM, Heavy, rattling low-end with trunk-rattling sub, crisp hi-hats, and clapped snares, Male vocals laid back but confident, slight drawl, Hook explodes with stacked call-and-response chants, ad-libs, and filtered vocal drops, Verses ride a minimal, hypnotic groove with plucky synth and muted guitar; bridge strips to bass and vocal then slams back with full drums and crowd shouts

[Intro] Pine trees leanin' Sun burnin' cheap tint Gator in the ditch just Minding his business (yeah) [Verse 1] Florida boy, cut-offs, slides on Pulled up at the Circle K, lights on Five in the tank, scratch-off in my palm Prayin' that the numbers hit, keep calm Back road dust on the F-150 Orange grove sweat, shirt smell gritty Caloosahatchee run brown and crooked Old heads on the dock with a cane pole, hookin' Mama at the Winn-Dixie, double shift grind Cousin in the yard cuttin' lawns on time Mosquito truck roll through, white smoke cloud We still hoop in the street, laughin' too loud (yah) [Chorus] North Fort nights, I was raised in that Trailer park dreams, made a name from that Hot rain fall, let it bang on the roof Florida boy bass make the whole block move (move) North Fort days, runnin' plays in the sun Barefoot, blacktop, blistered but fun If you know, then you know, that’s truth Florida boy bass make the whole block move (hey) [Verse 2] IG flex from a Walmart fit Chain from the kiosk, still talk big Hit the flea market, gold teeth, side fade Shaved ice drippin' down, cherry on the J’s Snowbirds fly in, clogg up 41 We cut through the side streets, beat on stun Taco truck late, line long, all fam Baby in the car seat, fell asleep to the slam Sunday fish fry, croc on the bank Uncle talk loud 'bout gas and the tank Storm roll in, sky turn that gray We still on the porch while the palm trees sway (uh) [Chorus] North Fort nights, I was raised in that Trailer park dreams, made a name from that Hot rain fall, let it bang on the roof Florida boy bass make the whole block move [Chorus] [Bridge] From Pondella down to Bayshore Road (Bayshore) Every shell lot, every cracked-ass home (yeah) Turn that up, let the county hear Florida boy pride, put it in your ear (skrrt, skrrt) [Chorus]

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