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he said the story of his life is that its always late. we dont fuck around here, we dont play no games. its all about those six figures. someone has yet to tell me that im about to sell it all off. im not who i used to be. oh where to start with this whole thing. where this new story begins. it was a thought process....a complete and absolute process. the process. everything i write down ends up in my hands in a letting go outside of my car window. our streets and your streets and the streets inbetween are littered with the moments and the bullshit.