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On of alabama I just wanna say
The of dixie is in this bitch
M16, DJ frank white, my name is
world, hello world, hello world

This morning I woke up like that I never had a fuckin' dime
Like I didn't wake up in the back of the bus finally mine
Why do I feel like I never had Mathers' co-sign sometimes?
Like failed, well livin' 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 buddy call and ask, I say I'm just fine
But I feel like I haven't made it, but I'm just 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 even had the to pay my dad for getting her back
And [...] I love you, you, always my favorite dad
And it feels like 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 license
To atl so I could will power my demo tape
Yeah, that's writing on the by the county [...]
He's a friend of mine [...] and I can't replace
If I'm in [...], he's in [...] and we get a play (church)
ain't no crew, it's a family so get it straight (church)
So father you can tell god to part the
And let sun shine to the minds of my target crowd
'cuz I know some of these think I'm a certified artist now
But the butterfly's still above and I'm what I started now
Passionate like a poet in an artist lounge
Hungry a poor daddy with a gun and a starving child
If you thought it was a flake, then you a departed clown
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 long fucking time, and I just say
Hey! how you been?! amen!
The heart of Dixie's in bitch, yeah I'm Dixie witch
But if I don't have y all, I ain't got
Gadsden...
Throw it up, that Alabama sound
Much love and I let you down
'cause I might as be dropped
Back in and cuttin' grass
Or handcuffed on the side of the road on my ass
Before I become complacent on the [...] level I'm at
Momma will quit drinking and no poppa smoke some crack
Lost, yeah I may have, my
But it takes a to pursue this shit
Ay that's because I paid the cost
Really more like a fine, but of paying for tickets now
They pay for tickets in 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 hope a [...] and a [...]
[...] and [...], the truth's in him, yeah I'm a [...]
Preachers yelling out prophets about
I [...]
I'm a [...], ride the beat homey, it's over
rapper would ever say he's a sober
I must be smoking bath salt, I'm out of my mind
I should have built roads from the villain, cuz I run out of lines
The heart of