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Life in my ribs, bro. Ready? She said I look like her daughter when I never been in my crib. She said she workin', I told her, come on. She said I'm ready to cry. She told her. She told her. She told her. Fight for the kid. I told her I'll pay for the kid. What a time is it? To be alive for the shit. President, do the same. We done it on the job. Right, ready? Did the shit once and I do it again.