Yeah
This one's for my home town, baby
Fort Meyers
Been havin' a lot on my chest
A lot on my mind
Too Short, help me get it off

I grew up in Fort Meyers, down in Florida
My momma worked two jobs to support us
Ever since I was young I was the best in sports
From the baseball diamonds to the hoopcourts
I always played ball wasn't hangin on the streets
Never been a dope-dealer, gangbanger, or thief
I'm just a playin' fool, it's all real
We can play a game of chess or hit the football field
My homies call me Prime, my number's 21
And you can see me on the field havin' much fun
I make my money like a pro drops a pop on the biz
Now all these suckas know
It's all real

Now
Fort Meyers is a small town
Had a lot of homies comin' up and we was all down
Up in high school
I went to Florida State
On my way to the pros
It's all great
All my homies from the pee-wee game had a reunion
Come home and some act like I never even knew 'em
But it ain't like that, I'm just blessed
I stayed right, you took a left
I built my momma a million dollar house
I'm just givin' you fits
Got you runnin' your mouth
I worked hard every day of my life
Paid my dues, now I can pay any price
Some brothers out there gettin' jealous of me
But the front on the dogs, it never could be that way
And when I say from the heart
I'll be hard till the end
'Cause I was hard from the start
It's all real

I can't understand why would the media put me down
When a brother came up from the hometown
I gave back to the hood like I knew I should
But they still don't treat me good
I'm talkin' about
Police harrassment, but I'm no has-been
I just got started and you won't be passin'
8 o'clock, Prime Time
To be a superstar you gotta walk fine lines
I remember the time when they thought they had me
Charged a boy with assault and battery
Take me to jail, you know I made bail
Treat me like I just made a dope deal
It's all real, I can't tell what you want from me
When I comes to the crib, don't front on me
'Cause I never would front on the real
All you little girls used to run with dope dealers
But since you found out I was comin' up
You try to hang with me 'cause you want stuff
No, you can't get nothin' from me
You need to get a job, 'cause stuff ain't free
Little kids need someone to look up to
Sellin' dope in the streets tryin' to hook up fools
I'll make the whole wide world see things my way
And we can go to Fort Meyers on Deion's day
It's all real

Yeah
Who'd ever thought that a brother like me got his own day?
Hey, it's all right and everything but I ain't forgot
Pull a brother over in a traffic jam
Tell me I was following that car too close
Hey, I think that black Benz and that drop-top had a little something to do with it
It's all real though