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On behalf of alabama I wanna say
The of dixie is in this bitch
M16, DJ frank white, my is yelawolf
Hello world, hello world, hello

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

And been a long motherfucking time since I felt this homesick as I do now
Yeah it's been a long fucking time, and I wanna say
Hey! how you been?! amen!
The heart of Dixie's in bitch, yeah I'm Dixie witch
But if I have y all, I ain't got shit
Gadsden...
it up, it's that Alabama sound
Much and I never let you down
'cause I might as well be
Back in and cuttin' grass
Or on the side of the road on my fuckin' ass
Before I complacent on the [...] level that I'm at
Momma will quit drinking and no poppa will smoke some
Lost, I may have, my mind
But it takes a to pursue this shit
Ay that's fine because I the cost
Really more a fine, but instead of paying for tickets now
They pay for tickets in to see me [...]
The in the mic [...]
Two-step in my shoes a shameless walk
300 I brought [...]
Around suckers for chains [...]
The new got a new hope with a [...] and a [...]
[...] and [...], the truth's in him, I'm a [...] assault
Preachers yelling out prophets wane
I [...]
I'm a [...], just the beat homey, it's over
Whatever rapper would ever say a sober
I be smoking bath salt, 'cuz I'm out of my mind
I should have built from the villain, cuz I never run out of lines
The heart of