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I-35, hit the brakes and now we go

Got the guys on my side and I always die for bro

In the cab we gonna ride and the team ain't moving slow

In the doors of suicide, R.I.P. the ones below

I-35, hit the brakes and now we go

Got the guys on my side and I always die for bro

In the cab we gonna ride and the team ain't moving slow

In the doors of suicide, R.I.P. the ones below

I'ma tell a story about the times I had to get rich

Back porch, throw a cast and I caught a big fish