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On of alabama I just wanna say
The heart of dixie is in this
M16, DJ frank white, my name is
Hello world, 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 Mathers' co-sign
Like failed, well livin' this time
I'm even not used to believe I could be one of the top 5
when 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 made it, uncle but I'm just tryin'
Or maybe I'm not used to having shit I never had
Never stood in the winters and never "i got dinner, dad"
Shit, never had the cash to pay my dad for getting her back
And [...] I love you, thank you, always my dad
And it feels yesterday literally like yesterday
When I couldn't get one motherfucking fan to and see me play
When I drove minivan for the [...] without a license plate
To atl so I could play power my demo tape
Yeah, that's 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 no crew, it's a family so get it straight (church)
So father you can tell god to part the
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 butterfly's still above and I'm what I started now
Passionate a political poet in an artist lounge
Hungry like a poor daddy with a gun and a starving
If you thought it was a flake, then you a departed clown
And if you I was coming hard, well you better think harder now

And it's a long motherfucking time since I felt this homesick as I do now
Yeah been a long fucking time, and I just wanna say
Hey! how you been?! amen!
The heart of Dixie's in this bitch, I'm Dixie witch
But if I have y all, I ain't got shit
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
I become complacent on the [...] level that I'm at
Momma will quit 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 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 [...]
Around suckers dying for [...]
The new south's got a new with a [...] and a [...]
[...] and [...], the truth's in him, I'm a [...] assault
Preachers yelling out prophets wane
I [...]
I'm a [...], just ride the beat homey, it's
Whatever would ever say he's a sober
I must be bath salt, 'cuz I'm out of my mind
I have built roads from the villain, cuz I never run out of lines
The heart of