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On behalf of I just wanna say
The heart of dixie is in this
M16, DJ frank white, my name is
Hello world, world, hello world

This morning I up feeling like that I never had a fuckin' dime
Like I didn't wake up in the back of the bus that's finally
Why do I feel I never had Marshall Mathers' co-sign sometimes?
Like radioactive failed, well this time
I'm even not used to believe that I be one of the top 5
Maybe when I tell myself I'm one of the best, I'm just
When my buddy call and ask, I say I'm just fine
But I feel like I made it, uncle but I'm just tryin'
Or maybe I'm just not used to having I never had
Never stood in the and never said "i got dinner, dad"
Shit, even had the cash to pay my dad for getting her back
And [...] I love you, you, always my favorite dad
And it feels like yesterday literally yesterday
When I couldn't get one motherfucking fan to come and see me
When I drove that minivan for the [...] without a license
To atl so I could will power my demo tape
Yeah, that's writing on the wall by the [...]
a friend of mine [...] and that I can't replace
If I'm in [...], in [...] and we both get a play (church)
This ain't no crew, it's a family so get it (church)
So you can tell god to part the clouds
And let sun shine to the minds of my target crowd
'cuz I know some of people think I'm a certified artist now
But the still above and I'm above what I started now
Passionate like a poet in an artist lounge
Hungry like a poor daddy a gun and a starving child
If you thought it was a flake, then you a departed clown
And if you thought I was coming hard, you better think harder now

And it's been a long motherfucking time since I this homesick as I do now
Yeah it's been a long fucking time, and I just say
Hey! how you been?! amen!
The heart of Dixie's in this bitch, yeah I'm witch
But if I don't y all, I ain't got shit
Gadsden...
Throw it up, it's that Alabama
Much and I never let you down
'cause I might as well be
Back in gadsden and cuttin'
Or handcuffed on the side of the on my fuckin' ass
Before I become on the [...] level that I'm at
Momma will quit drinking and no poppa will smoke some
Lost, yeah I may have, my
But it takes a lunatic to pursue this
Ay fine because I paid the cost
Really more like a fine, but instead of for tickets now
pay for tickets in line to see me [...]
The in the mic [...]
Two-step in my shoes with a walk
300 soldiers I [...]
Around dying for chains [...]
The new south's got a new hope a [...] and a [...]
[...] and [...], the truth's in him, I'm a [...] assault
Preachers yelling out prophets about
I [...]
I'm a [...], just ride the homey, it's over
Whatever would ever say he's a sober
I must be bath salt, 'cuz I'm out of my mind
I have built roads from the villain, cuz I never run out of lines
The of dixie