[Intro]

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]

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 five

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 winer's ave, never said 'i got dinner, dad'

Shit, never even had the cash to pay my dad for getting her back

And jim 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 ends without a license plate

To atl so I could play will power my demo tape

Yeah, that's writing on the wall that I can't erase

He's a friend of mine that are in the line and that I can't replace

If I'm in the line, he's in the line, 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? roll tide! amen!

The heart of dixie's in this bitch, yeah I'm dixie rich

But if I don't have y'all, I ain't got shit

Gadsden birmingham, to the cup and all the small towns

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 any level that I'm at

Momma will quit drinking and obama 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 drain, it's off

The pain from the mic from the strain it cost

Two-step in my shoes with a shameless walk

300 soldiers I brought, wolf-pack follow my lane and put chalk

Around suckers dying for change, it's soft

The new south's got a new house with a frame and a stump

Roots and limbs, the truth's in him, yeah I'm a grain of salt

Preachers yelling out prophets around wayne

I refrain, I'm a couch, I'm a chair, I'm a seat

A relief pitcher, or beer in the mouth

I'm a sofa to hold ya, 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 for a livin', cuz I never run out of lines

The heart of dixie.