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On behalf of I just wanna say
The heart of 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 never had a dime
Like I didn't wake up in the back of the bus 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 that I be one of the top 5
Maybe I tell myself I'm one of the best, I'm just lyin'
When my uncle call and ask, I say I'm just fine
But I feel like I haven't made it, but I'm just tryin'
Or I'm just not used to having 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 you, thank you, always my favorite dad
And it like yesterday 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 plate
To atl so I could will power my demo tape
Yeah, that's writing on the by the county [...]
a friend of mine [...] and that I can't replace
If I'm in [...], he's in [...] and we get a play (church)
This ain't no crew, it's a family so get it (church)
So father you can god to part the clouds
And let your sun shine to the minds of my target
'cuz I know some of these think I'm a certified artist now
But the butterfly's above and I'm above what I started now
Passionate like a poet in an artist lounge
like a poor 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 since I felt this homesick as I do now
it's been a long 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 have y all, I ain't got shit
Gadsden...
Throw it up, it's that sound
Much love and I let you down
'cause I might as be dropped
Back in and cuttin' grass
Or on the side of the road on my fuckin' ass
Before I become 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 takes a lunatic to pursue this
Ay that's because I paid the cost
more like a fine, but instead of paying for tickets now
They pay for in line to see me [...]
The in the mic [...]
in my shoes with a shameless walk
300 soldiers I [...]
suckers dying for chains [...]
The new got a new hope 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
Whatever rapper would ever say a sober
I must be bath salt, 'cuz I'm out of my mind
I should have built roads from the villain, cuz I never run out of
The heart of