On behalf of alabama I wanna say The heart of dixie is in bitch M16, DJ frank white, my name is world, hello world, hello world
This morning I woke up feeling like that I never had a fuckin' Like I wake up in the back of the bus that's finally mine Why do I feel like I never had Marshall 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 uncle buddy and ask, I say I'm just fine But I feel like I haven't it, uncle but I'm just tryin' Or I'm just not used to having shit I never had Never stood in the 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, my favorite dad And it feels like literally like yesterday When I couldn't get one motherfucking fan to and see me play I drove that minivan for the [...] without a license plate To atl so I could play will power my demo Yeah, that's writing on the by the county [...] He's a friend of mine [...] and that I can't 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 god to part the clouds And let your sun shine to the minds of my target 'cuz I some of these people think I'm a certified artist now But the butterfly's still above and I'm what I started now Passionate like a political poet in an artist Hungry like a daddy with a gun and a starving child If you it was a flake, then you just a departed clown And if you thought I was hard, well you better think harder now
And it's been a long motherfucking time since I felt homesick as I do now Yeah it's been a long time, and I just wanna 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, it's that Alabama love and I never let you down 'cause I as well be dropped in gadsden and cuttin' grass Or on the side of the road on my fuckin' ass Before I become complacent on the [...] that I'm at will quit drinking and no poppa will smoke some crack Lost, yeah I may have, my But it takes a to pursue this shit Ay that's fine because I the cost Really more like a fine, but instead of paying for now pay for tickets in line to see me [...] The in the mic [...] Two-step in my shoes a shameless walk 300 soldiers I [...] suckers dying for chains [...] The new south's got a new 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 rapper would ever say he's a sober I must be bath salt, 'cuz I'm out of my mind I should have roads from the villain, cuz I never run out of lines The heart of