[Verse] Swamp heat rising, gators in the moat Palm trees lean like they carry the load Sunburnt dreams, but the grind don't fold Pockets full of sand, but the story been told Ghosts of the Gulf in my rearview glass Mud on my kicks, history don’t pass Skyscraper hopes, built on a raft North Fort Myers, where the future clash [Chorus] I’m from NORTH FORT MYERS, hear the bassline cry Where the air thick as syrup, and the nights don’t die I’m from NORTH FORT MYERS, where the grind gets loud Raise the roof, shake the swamp, we ain’t backing down [Verse 2] Echoes of the waves, beats in the breeze Hustle through the mangroves, dodging debris Cypress knees grip the ground, rooted deep Yet we rise like smoke, dreams don’t sleep Lightning bugs flash like paparazzi snaps Wrestling with the struggle, but we bridging the gaps Concrete jungle with a Southern scratch North Fort Myers, we the map on the match [Chorus] I’m from NORTH FORT MYERS, hear the bassline cry Where the air thick as syrup, and the nights don’t die I’m from NORTH FORT MYERS, where the grind gets loud Raise the roof, shake the swamp, we ain’t backing down
