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On behalf of alabama i just wanna say
The heart of dixie is in this bitch
M16, dj frank white, my name is yelawolf
Hello world, hello world, hello world

[verse 1: yelawolf]
This morning i woke up feeling like that i never had a f*ckin' dime
Like i didn't wake up in the back of the bus that's finally mine
Why do i feel like i never had marshall mathers' co-sign sometimes?
Like radioactive failed, well livin' this time
I'm even 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 lyin'
When 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 tryin'
Or maybe i'm just not used to having shit i never had
Never stood in the winters and never said “i got dinner, dad”
Shit, never even had the cash to pay my dad for getting her back
And [?] i love you, thank you, always my favorite dad
And it feels like yesterday literally like yesterday
When i couldn't get one motherf*cking fan to come and see me play
When i drove that minivan for the [?] without a license plate
To atl so i could play will power my demo tape
Yeah, that's writing on the wall by the county [?]
He's a friend of mine [?] and that i can't replace
If i'm in [?], he's in [?] and we both get a play (church)
This ain't no crew, it's a family so get it straight (church)
So father you can tell god to part the clouds
And let your sun shine to the minds of my target crowd
'cuz i know some of these people think i'm a certified artist now
But the butterfly's still above and i'm above what i started now
Passionate like a political poet in an artist lounge Hungry like a poor daddy with a gun and a starving child
If you thought it was a flake, then you just a departed clown
And if you thought i was coming hard, well you better think harder now

And it's been a long motherf*cking time since i felt this homesick as i do now
Yeah it's been a long f*cking time, and i just wanna say
Hey! How you been?! Amen!
The heart of dixie's in this bitch, yeah i'm dixie witch
But if i don't have y'all, i ain't got shit
Gadsden
Throw it up, it's that alabama sound
Much love and i never let you down
'cause i might as well be dropped
Back in gadsden and cuttin' grass
Or handcuffed on the side of the road on my f*ckin' ass
Before i become complacent on the [?] level that i'm at
Momma will quit drinking and no poppa will smoke some crack
Lost, yeah i may have, my mind
But it takes a lunatic to pursue this shit
Ay that's fine because i paid the cost
Really more like a fine, but instead of paying for tickets now
They pay for tickets in line to see me [?]
The pain in the mic [?]
Two-step in my shoes with a shameless walk
300 soldiers i brought [?]
Around suckers dying for chains [?]
The new south's got a new hope with a [?] and a [?]
[?] and [?], the truth's in him, yeah i'm a [?] assault
Preachers yelling out prophets about wane
I refrain [?]
I'm a [?], just ride the beat homey, it's over
Whatever rapper would ever say he's a sober
I must be smoking bath salt, 'cuz i'm out of my mind
I should have built roads from the villain, cuz i never run out of lines
The heart of dixie

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