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On behalf of I just wanna say
The of dixie is in this bitch
M16, DJ frank white, my name is
world, hello world, hello world

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 like I never had Marshall Mathers' co-sign sometimes?
Like radioactive failed, well this time
I'm even not used to believe 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 call and ask, I say I'm fine
But I feel like I haven't made it, 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, never even had the cash to pay my dad for getting her
And [...] I love you, thank you, always my dad
And it feels like literally like yesterday
When I get one motherfucking fan to come and see me play
I drove that 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 friend of mine [...] and I can't replace
If I'm in [...], in [...] and we both get a play (church)
This ain't no crew, it's a so get it straight (church)
So father you can tell god to part the
And let your sun to the minds of my target crowd
'cuz I know some of these people think I'm a artist now
But the butterfly's still above and I'm what I started now
Passionate like a political poet in an lounge
Hungry like a daddy with a gun and a starving child
If you thought it was a flake, then you just a clown
And if you thought I was coming hard, well you better 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 witch
But if I don't y all, I ain't got shit
Gadsden...
Throw it up, it's that Alabama
Much love and I never let you
'cause I might as well be
in gadsden and cuttin' grass
Or handcuffed on the side of the road on my ass
I become complacent on the [...] level that I'm at
Momma will quit drinking and no poppa will 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 for tickets now
pay for tickets in line to see me [...]
The in the mic [...]
Two-step in my shoes with a shameless
300 soldiers I [...]
Around suckers dying for [...]
The new south's got a new hope a [...] and a [...]
[...] and [...], the in him, yeah I'm a [...] assault
Preachers yelling out prophets wane
I [...]
I'm a [...], ride the beat homey, it's over
Whatever rapper would ever say a sober
I must be smoking salt, 'cuz I'm out of my mind
I should have built from the villain, cuz I never run out of lines
The heart of