South Biscayne Stories. ( Gorilla T)

Lyrics

(Intro)

(Ayy) North Port nights, palm trees swayin’ (yeah)
Love and death on the same damn pavement (skrrt)
South Biscayne where the demons be waitin’ (waitin’)
Everybody hustlin’, everybody dangerous (boom)

(Verse 1)

Posted off S. Biscayne, right by Panera (uh-huh)
Dirty money stackin’ tall, gettin’ thicker than a cedar (facts)
Shorty say she love me, but the reaper move nearer (damn)
I done seen a junkie OD right behind the Speedway heater (sheesh)
Slide through Sumter, then dip on Price (skrrt)
12 hot, so you know we took Toledo at night (gone)
Baby mama cryin’, say the streets ain’t right (nah)
But fent got the city hooked like a thief in the night (woo)
Veterans Boulevard, all the zombies outside (damn)
Everybody chasin’ highs while they slowly die (slowly)
I got trauma in my soul, can’t lie (nah)
Lost bros on the backroads where the pine trees hide (RIP)

(Chorus)

Love and death in North Port, baby hold me close (close)
Sirens sing lullabies while the pistol smoke float (boom-boom)
South Biscayne got my heart but it turned me cold (cold)
Fentanyl dreams got the whole block sold (damn)

(Verse 2)

Slide through Warm Mineral Springs with a bad lil vibe (ayy)
She from Sarasota County, know she down to ride (ride)
Told me “leave the streets,” but the trap too alive (facts)
Every fiend on the strip got that dead look in they eyes (damn)
Cranberry cuts, takin’ shortcuts through the dark (skrrt)
One wrong move get you outlined in chalk (boom)
I remember hittin’ licks off Tamiami after dark (yeah)
Now my cousin on the news, mama cryin’ in the park (RIP)
From Heron Creek down to Glenallen lanes (uh-huh)
Everybody know the plug, everybody know pain (facts)
Palm trees sway while the thunderstorm rain (storm)
But the fent hit harder than a freight train chain (woo)

(Chorus 2)

North Port love got blood in the sand (sand)
One hand holdin’ shawty, one hand on the grams (grams)
South Biscayne nights, we was makin’ fast plans (plans)
Now memorial candles burn where my dawgs once stand (RIP)

(Verse 3)

Toledo Blade cut deep like betrayal (ayy)
Every trap boy prayin’ that the county don’t nail ‘em (nah)
Police helicopters hoverin’, tryin’ to trail us (woo)
But we ducked through the backstreets, all gas no failure (skrrt)
She said “Tony, you too gone in the streets” (gone)
But the bills due, ain’t no sleep for the weak (nah)
Seen a fiend hit the floor right in front of the BP (damn)
Everybody froze up, ambulance took weeks (sheesh)
North Port ain’t sweet like the tourists think (facts)
It’s dirty money, dirty cups, and that poison pink (ugh)
Youngins dyin’ over pride and a counterfeit link (boom)
While they mamas at the church prayin’ over the sink (Lord)

(Final Chorus)

South Biscayne stories, full of tears and drugs (drugs)
Hugged my girl tighter after buryin’ my cuz (RIP)
North Port raised us in the mud with the thugs (thugs)
Love and death mix together in the Florida slums (yeah)

(Outro)

(Ayy) Palm trees still sway though…
Candles on the curb, names in the road…
North Port forever… even when it hurt the most… (damn)