The last time I spoke to my mom, I said, "Ma, you getting old," and she said, "Ain't nothing got old but my body, baby," and we laughed. Shortly after that, she died. RIP, Momma. Now, some people wouldn't have understood what she meant, but I knew right away by me having been dead before-yeah, I died in 2011, when I got robbed and shot twelve times. I'm about tell you all about it, my whole life story-the good, the bad, and the ugly. It's time for the world to hear my story, the American nigga.
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The last time I spoke to my mom, I said, "Ma, you getting old," and she said, "Ain't nothing got old but my body, baby," and we laughed. Shortly after that, she died. RIP, Momma. Now, some people wouldn't have understood what she meant, but I knew right away by me having been dead before-yeah, I died in 2011, when I got robbed and shot twelve times. I'm about tell you all about it, my whole life story-the good, the bad, and the ugly. It's time for the world to hear my story, the American nigga.
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