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 fuckin' 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 motherfucking 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 motherfucking time since i felt this homesick as i do now
 Yeah it's been 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 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 fuckin' 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