The backpackers are back on the bandwagon like this was my comeback season back, back in the day

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

I'm busy gettin rich. I don't want trouble. I made enough for 2 niggas, boy, stunt double.

You can't have my heart, the doctor told me I'd be dead without it.

I be getting high just to balance out the lows.

I can get money with my eyes closed

Tables turn, bridges burn, you live and learn.