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

This morning I up feeling like that I never had a fuckin' dime
Like I wake up in the back of the bus that's finally mine
Why do I feel like I had Marshall 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 when I myself I'm one of the best, I'm just lyin'
my uncle buddy call and ask, I say I'm just fine
But I feel like I haven't made it, uncle but I'm just
Or maybe I'm just not to having shit I never had
Never stood in the winters and never "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 feels like yesterday literally yesterday
When I couldn't get one fan to come and see me play
When I drove minivan for the [...] without a license plate
To atl so I could will power my demo tape
Yeah, that's writing on the by the county [...]
He's a of mine [...] and that I can't replace
If I'm in [...], he's in [...] and we both get a (church)
This 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 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 above I started now
Passionate like a poet in an artist lounge
Hungry like a poor daddy a gun and a starving child
If you thought it was a flake, 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 this as I do now
Yeah it's a long fucking time, and I just wanna say
Hey! how you been?! amen!
The heart of Dixie's in this bitch, yeah I'm Dixie
But if I don't y all, I ain't got shit
Gadsden...
Throw it up, 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 road on my ass
Before I become complacent on the [...] level I'm at
Momma will quit and no poppa will smoke some crack
Lost, I may have, my mind
But it a lunatic to pursue this shit
Ay fine because I paid the cost
Really more like a fine, but instead of for tickets now
They pay for tickets in to see me [...]
The in the mic [...]
in my shoes with a shameless walk
300 I brought [...]
Around suckers for chains [...]
The new got a new hope with a [...] and a [...]
[...] and [...], the in him, yeah I'm a [...] assault
Preachers yelling out prophets about
I [...]
I'm a [...], just ride the beat homey, it's
Whatever rapper would ever say he's a
I must be smoking bath salt, 'cuz I'm out of my
I should have built roads from the villain, cuz I never run out of
The of dixie