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On behalf of alabama I just say
The heart of dixie is in bitch
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 wake up in the back of the bus that's finally mine
Why do I feel like I never had Marshall co-sign sometimes?
Like radioactive failed, well this time
I'm even not to believe that I could be one of the top 5
Maybe I tell myself I'm one of the best, I'm just lyin'
When my uncle buddy call and ask, I say I'm just
But I feel like I haven't made it, uncle but I'm just
Or maybe I'm just not used to having I never had
Never stood in the winters and said "i got dinner, dad"
Shit, never even had the cash to pay my dad for getting her
And [...] I love you, thank you, my favorite dad
And it feels like yesterday like yesterday
When I couldn't get one motherfucking fan to come and see me
When I drove that for the [...] without a license plate
To atl so I could play power my demo tape
Yeah, that's writing on the by the county [...]
He's a friend of mine [...] and that I replace
If I'm in [...], he's in [...] and we both get a (church)
This ain't no crew, it's a so get it straight (church)
So you can tell god to part the clouds
And let your sun shine to the of my target crowd
'cuz I know some of these people think I'm a certified now
But the still above and I'm above what I started now
Passionate like a political in an artist lounge
Hungry like a poor with a gun and a starving child
If you thought it was a flake, then you just a clown
And if you thought I was hard, well you better think harder now

And it's been a motherfucking time since I felt this homesick as I do now
Yeah it's been a fucking time, and I just wanna say
Hey! how you been?! amen!
The heart of in this 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 love and I let you down
I might as well be dropped
Back in gadsden and grass
Or on the side of the road on my fuckin' ass
I become complacent on the [...] level that I'm at
Momma quit drinking and no poppa will smoke some crack
Lost, I may have, my mind
But it takes a lunatic to pursue this
Ay that's fine because I paid the
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 with a shameless walk
300 soldiers I [...]
Around suckers dying for [...]
The new got a new hope with a [...] and a [...]
[...] and [...], the truth's in him, I'm a [...] assault
Preachers yelling out prophets about
I [...]
I'm a [...], ride the beat homey, it's over
Whatever rapper would ever say he's a
I be smoking bath salt, 'cuz I'm out of my mind
I should have built roads from the villain, cuz I run out of lines
The of dixie