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

This morning I woke up feeling like that I never had a fuckin'
Like I didn't wake up in the back of the bus that's finally
Why do I feel like I never had Marshall Mathers' co-sign
Like radioactive failed, well livin' this
I'm even not used to that I could be one of the top 5
Maybe when I 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 it, uncle but I'm just tryin'
Or maybe I'm not used to having shit I never had
Never in the winters 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, always my dad
And it like yesterday literally like yesterday
I couldn't get one motherfucking fan to come and see me play
When I drove that for the [...] without a license plate
To atl so I play will power my demo tape
Yeah, that's on the wall by the county [...]
He's a friend of mine [...] and that I can't
If I'm in [...], he's in [...] and we both get a (church)
This no crew, it's a family so get it straight (church)
So you can tell god to part the clouds
And let your sun to the minds of my target crowd
'cuz I know some of these people think I'm a certified now
But the butterfly's still and I'm above what I started now
like a political poet in an artist lounge
Hungry like a daddy 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 think harder now

And it's been a long motherfucking time since I felt this as I do now
Yeah it's been a long 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 y all, I ain't got shit
Gadsden...
Throw it up, it's that Alabama
Much and I never let you down
I might as well be dropped
Back in gadsden and cuttin'
Or handcuffed on the of the road on my fuckin' ass
Before I become complacent on the [...] that I'm at
Momma will quit and no poppa will smoke some crack
Lost, yeah I may have, my
But it a lunatic to pursue this shit
Ay that's fine I paid the cost
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 a shameless walk
300 I brought [...]
Around suckers for chains [...]
The new got a new hope with 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 rapper would ever say he's a
I must be bath salt, 'cuz I'm out of my mind
I should have built roads from the villain, cuz I run out of lines
The heart of