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On of alabama I just wanna say
The heart of dixie is in bitch
M16, DJ frank white, my is yelawolf
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 like I never had Marshall Mathers' co-sign
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 I'm one of the best, I'm just lyin'
When my uncle buddy call and ask, I say I'm fine
But I feel like I haven't it, uncle but I'm just tryin'
Or maybe I'm just not used to 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 love you, thank you, always my dad
And it feels like yesterday literally yesterday
When I get one motherfucking fan to come and see me play
I drove that minivan 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 [...] and that I can't replace
If I'm in [...], in [...] and we both get a play (church)
This no crew, it's a family so get it straight (church)
So father you can god to part the clouds
And let your sun shine to the 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 a political poet in an artist lounge
like a poor daddy with a gun and a starving child
If you thought it was a flake, you just a departed clown
And if you thought I was coming hard, well you better think now

And it's been a long motherfucking time since I felt this 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 don't have y all, I ain't got
Gadsden...
Throw it up, it's that sound
Much love and I never let you
'cause I might as well be
Back in and cuttin' grass
Or handcuffed on the side of the road on my ass
Before I complacent 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 a lunatic to pursue this shit
Ay that's because I paid the cost
Really more like a fine, but of paying for tickets now
pay for tickets in line to see me [...]
The in the mic [...]
Two-step in my shoes a shameless walk
300 I brought [...]
Around suckers for chains [...]
The new south's got a new with a [...] and a [...]
[...] and [...], the in him, yeah 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 should have built roads the villain, cuz I never run out of lines
The heart of