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I remember high speeds on da high way kickn back wid my thugs watching FRIDAY NOW WE SIPPN HENENSY N ALIZAY REMININSEN ABOUT SOME BOUT BETTER DAYS we all lost in maze I thank the lord for gods grace n shanty wanted to be a thug now he got a case doin life locked up state left tears on his mother face always look my pears in face free all my thugs doin years in the cage bearly surviving off this yearly wage we smoke weed n get blazed we come with rocket launches n grenades we in the restaurant eating crays still dreaming bout the days when we pulling up in range