On behalf of I just wanna say The heart of is in this bitch M16, DJ frank white, my is yelawolf Hello world, hello world, world
This morning I woke up feeling like that I never had a dime Like I didn't wake up in the back of the bus finally mine Why do I feel like I never had Marshall Mathers' co-sign Like failed, well livin' this time I'm even not used to believe that I be one of the top 5 Maybe I tell myself I'm one of the best, I'm just lyin' When my uncle call and ask, I say I'm just fine But I feel like I haven't made it, but I'm just tryin' Or I'm just not used to having shit I never had stood in the winters and never said "i got dinner, dad" Shit, never even had the cash to pay my dad for her back And [...] I you, thank you, always my favorite dad And it like yesterday literally like yesterday I couldn't get one motherfucking fan to come and see me play When I drove that minivan for the [...] without a plate To atl so I could will power my demo tape Yeah, that's writing on the by the county [...] a friend of mine [...] and that I can't replace If I'm in [...], he's in [...] and we get a play (church) This ain't no crew, it's a family so get it (church) So father you can god to part the clouds And let your sun shine to the minds of my target 'cuz I know some of these think I'm a certified artist now But the butterfly's above and I'm above what I started now Passionate like a poet in an artist lounge like a poor daddy with a gun and a starving child If you thought it was a flake, then you just a departed And if you thought I was coming hard, well you better harder now
And it's been a long motherfucking since I felt this homesick as I do now it's been a long 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... Throw it up, it's that sound Much love and I let you down 'cause I might as be dropped Back in and cuttin' grass Or on the side of the road on my fuckin' ass Before I become on the [...] level that I'm at Momma will drinking and no poppa will smoke some crack Lost, yeah I may have, my But it takes a lunatic to pursue this Ay that's because I paid the cost more like a fine, but instead of paying for tickets now They pay for in line to see me [...] The in the mic [...] in my shoes with a shameless walk 300 soldiers I [...] suckers dying for chains [...] The new got a new hope with a [...] and a [...] [...] and [...], the truth's in him, I'm a [...] assault Preachers out prophets about wane I [...] I'm a [...], ride the beat homey, it's over Whatever rapper would ever say a sober I must be bath salt, 'cuz I'm out of my mind I should have built roads from the villain, cuz I never run out of The heart of