It's a shame, she had me convinced that she could've been a dime. I guess I lost another one to the wintertime.

It's my birthday, I'll get high if I want to.

Cause she hold me down every time I hit her up. When I get right I promise that we gon live it up.

Wayne put me right here, that's who I get the paper wit. I hope that my success never alters our relationship.

I write best about two things, which is evident from the cover of So Far Gone: the constant quest to understand love and money.

I don't see perfection as far as a visual image of perfection. "Perfection" to me is, I walk away from a situation and say, "I did everything I could do right there. There was nothing more that I could do." Like, I worked as hard as I possibly could have. That's perfection.

I'm more than just a number. I doubt you'll find another