On behalf of 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 up feeling like that I never had a fuckin' dime Like I didn't wake up in the back of the bus that's finally Why do I feel I never had Marshall Mathers' co-sign sometimes? Like radioactive failed, well this time I'm even not used to believe that I be one of the top 5 Maybe when I tell myself I'm one of the best, I'm just When my buddy call 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 just not used to having I never had Never stood in the and never said "i got dinner, dad" Shit, even had the cash to pay my dad for getting her back And [...] I love you, you, always my favorite dad And it feels like yesterday literally yesterday When I couldn't get one motherfucking fan to come and see me 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 wall by the [...] a friend of mine [...] and that I can't replace If I'm in [...], in [...] and we both get a play (church) This ain't no crew, it's a family so get it (church) So you can tell god to part the clouds And let sun shine to the minds of my target crowd 'cuz I know some of people think I'm a certified artist now But the still above and I'm above what 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, then you a departed clown And if you thought I was coming hard, you better think harder now
And it's been a long motherfucking time since I this 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 this bitch, yeah I'm witch But if I don't y all, I ain't got shit Gadsden... Throw it up, it's that Alabama Much and I never let you down 'cause I might as well be Back in gadsden and cuttin' Or handcuffed on the side of the on my fuckin' ass Before I become on the [...] level that I'm at Momma will quit drinking and no poppa will smoke some Lost, yeah I may have, my But it takes a lunatic to pursue this Ay fine because I paid the cost Really more like a fine, but instead of for tickets now pay for tickets in line to see me [...] The in the mic [...] Two-step in my shoes with a walk 300 soldiers I [...] Around dying for chains [...] The new south's got a new hope a [...] and a [...] [...] and [...], the truth's in him, I'm a [...] assault Preachers yelling out prophets about I [...] I'm a [...], just ride the homey, it's over 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 of dixie