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

This morning I woke up feeling like that I never had a dime
Like I wake up in the back of the bus that's finally mine
Why do I feel I never had Marshall Mathers' co-sign sometimes?
Like failed, well livin' this time
I'm not used to believe that I could be one of the top 5
Maybe when I tell myself I'm one of the best, I'm just
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 tryin'
Or maybe I'm just not used to having shit I had
Never stood in the winters and never "i got dinner, dad"
Shit, never 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 like
When I couldn't get one motherfucking fan to and see me play
I drove that minivan for the [...] without a license plate
To atl so I could play will power my demo
Yeah, writing on the wall by the county [...]
He's a friend of [...] and that I can't replace
If I'm in [...], in [...] and we both get a play (church)
This ain't no crew, a family so get it straight (church)
So father you can tell god to 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 what I started now
like a political poet in an artist lounge
Hungry like a poor with a gun and a starving child
If you it was a flake, then you just a departed 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 homesick as I do now
Yeah it's been a long fucking time, and I wanna say
Hey! how you been?! amen!
The heart of Dixie's in bitch, yeah I'm Dixie witch
But if I have y all, I ain't got shit
Gadsden...
Throw it up, that Alabama sound
Much and I never let you down
I might as well be dropped
Back in gadsden and grass
Or handcuffed on the side of the on my fuckin' ass
Before I complacent on the [...] level that I'm at
Momma will quit drinking and no poppa will smoke crack
Lost, yeah I may have, my
But it takes a to pursue this shit
Ay that's fine I paid the cost
Really more like a fine, but instead of paying for now
They pay for in line to see me [...]
The in the mic [...]
in my shoes with a shameless walk
300 soldiers I [...]
Around dying for chains [...]
The new south's got a new with a [...] and a [...]
[...] and [...], the truth's in him, yeah I'm a [...]
Preachers out prophets about wane
I [...]
I'm a [...], just ride the beat homey, it's
Whatever rapper ever say he's a sober
I be smoking bath salt, 'cuz I'm out of my mind
I should have built roads from the villain, cuz I run out of lines
The of dixie