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On of alabama 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 like that I never had a fuckin' dime
Like I didn't up in the back of the bus that's finally mine
Why do I feel like I never had Marshall Mathers' co-sign
Like failed, well livin' this time
I'm not used to believe that I could be one of the top 5
Maybe when I tell myself I'm one of the best, I'm lyin'
my uncle buddy call and ask, I say I'm just fine
But I feel like I haven't made it, uncle but I'm tryin'
Or maybe I'm not used to having shit I never had
Never in the winters and never said "i got dinner, dad"
Shit, never had the cash to pay my dad for getting her back
And [...] I love you, thank you, my favorite dad
And it feels like yesterday literally like
I couldn't get one motherfucking fan to come and see me play
When I drove that for the [...] without a license plate
To atl so I could play will my demo tape
Yeah, writing on the wall by the county [...]
He's a friend of mine [...] and that I 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 you can tell god to part the clouds
And let your sun shine to the minds of my crowd
I know some of these people think I'm a certified artist now
But the butterfly's still above and I'm above I started now
Passionate like a political poet in an lounge
Hungry like a poor daddy a gun and a starving child
If you thought it was a flake, then you just a departed
And if you thought I was hard, well you better think harder now

And it's 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 this bitch, yeah I'm Dixie
But if I have y all, I ain't got shit
Gadsden...
Throw it up, that Alabama sound
Much love and I never let you
I might as well be dropped
Back in gadsden and grass
Or on the side of the road on my fuckin' ass
Before I become complacent on the [...] level I'm at
Momma will quit drinking and no poppa smoke some crack
Lost, I may have, my mind
But it takes a to pursue this shit
Ay that's fine because I paid the
Really more like a fine, but instead of paying for now
They pay for in line to see me [...]
The in the mic [...]
Two-step in my shoes with a walk
300 I brought [...]
suckers 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 about wane
I [...]
I'm a [...], just ride the homey, it's over
rapper would ever say he's a sober
I must be smoking bath salt, 'cuz I'm out of my
I should have built from the villain, cuz I never run out of lines
The heart of