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It's been a little minutes, son.

And what I will tell you is I'm gonna fill in the blanks

as to what I've been doing.

I've not been able to sleep.

I have been barely able to eat.

I haven't had no, well, you know, whatever.

But anyway, let me tell you what's been going on in a life of a week.

You feel what I'm saying?

First, RIP to take off.

That shit is fucking insane.

It's abysmal.

It's nasty.

It's disgusting. It's foul. It's vile. And R.I.P. to that man.

And what we need to take from that death is we need to really celebrate Migos in black unity more than ever before. From the looks of things prior to takeoff's demise, there was some dissension amongst the team.

But prior to that, three relatives, three black relatives from the ghettos of Atlanta,

getting together as a trio and becoming world renowned and famous and black

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