You ain't the only one that's tryna be the only one.

I can tell that you been crying all night, drinking all summer, praying for your happiness, hope that you recover

Can't you see... that I made it? Yeah I made it First I made you who you are, but then I made it.

I talk slicker than a pimp from Augusta who just had his linen suit dry-cleaned

You be up on everything, other hoes aint ever on it

When I finish writing a rap verse. It's a lot like sex: You start off slow with ideas, like foreplay, and then you put your all into it. When you end it with the perfect thought, it's like that perfect last stroke.

I'm not confrontational, but if someone challenges, I'm not going to back down.