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On of alabama I just wanna say
The of dixie 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 had a fuckin' dime
I didn't wake up in the back of the bus that's finally mine
Why do I feel like I never had Marshall Mathers' sometimes?
Like radioactive failed, well livin' 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 buddy call and ask, I say I'm just fine
But I feel like I made it, uncle but I'm just tryin'
Or maybe I'm just not to having 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 you, thank you, always my favorite dad
And it like yesterday literally like yesterday
When I couldn't get one motherfucking fan to come and see me
When I drove that minivan for the [...] a license plate
To atl so I could play will power my tape
Yeah, writing on the wall by the county [...]
a friend of mine [...] and that I can't replace
If I'm in [...], in [...] and we both get a play (church)
ain't no crew, it's a family so get it straight (church)
So you can tell god to part the clouds
And let sun shine to the minds of my target crowd
'cuz I know some of these people I'm a certified artist now
But the still above and I'm above what I started now
Passionate like a political in an artist lounge
Hungry like a 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 time since I felt homesick as I do now
Yeah it's been a fucking time, and I just wanna say
Hey! how you been?! amen!
The of Dixie's 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 never let you
'cause I might as be dropped
Back in gadsden and grass
Or handcuffed on the side of the on my fuckin' ass
I become complacent on the [...] level that I'm at
Momma will quit drinking and no poppa will smoke crack
Lost, I may have, my mind
But it takes a lunatic to this shit
Ay that's fine because I paid the
Really more a fine, but instead of paying for tickets now
They pay for in line to see me [...]
The in the mic [...]
Two-step in my shoes a shameless walk
300 soldiers I [...]
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 out prophets about wane
I [...]
I'm a [...], just ride the homey, it's over
rapper would ever say he's a sober
I must be bath salt, 'cuz I'm out of my mind
I should have built roads from the villain, cuz I run out of lines
The heart of