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

This morning I up feeling like that I never had a fuckin' dime
Like I didn't up in the back of the bus that's finally mine
Why do I feel I never had Marshall Mathers' co-sign sometimes?
Like radioactive failed, 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 buddy call and ask, I say I'm just fine
But I like I haven't made it, uncle but I'm just tryin'
Or I'm just not used to having shit I never had
Never stood in the and never said "i got dinner, dad"
Shit, never had the cash to pay my dad for getting her back
And [...] I love you, thank you, 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 play will power my demo
Yeah, that's writing on the by the county [...]
He's a friend of mine [...] and that I replace
If I'm in [...], he's in [...] and we both get a (church)
This ain't no crew, it's a so get it straight (church)
So father you can god to part the clouds
And let sun shine to the minds of my target crowd
'cuz I know some of these think I'm a certified artist now
But the butterfly's still above and I'm above what I now
like a political 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, well you think harder now

And it's been a long motherfucking time since I felt homesick as I do now
Yeah it's 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 don't have y all, I got shit
Gadsden...
Throw it up, that Alabama sound
Much and I never let you down
'cause I as well be dropped
Back in and cuttin' grass
Or on the side of the road on my fuckin' ass
Before I become complacent on the [...] level I'm at
Momma quit drinking and no poppa will smoke some crack
Lost, I may have, my mind
But it takes a to pursue this shit
Ay that's fine because I paid the
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 with a shameless
300 I brought [...]
Around suckers dying for [...]
The new got a new hope with a [...] and a [...]
[...] and [...], the truth's in him, yeah I'm a [...]
Preachers yelling out about wane
I [...]
I'm a [...], just ride the beat homey, over
Whatever rapper would ever say he's a
I must be smoking bath salt, 'cuz I'm out of my
I should have roads from the villain, cuz I never run out of lines
The of dixie