There's two elements to rap: having the thoughts, and then being a great rapper.

Sittin there wishin their problems became ours, cause we have nothin in common since I done became star.

In your city faded off the brown, NINO. She insists she got more class, WE KNOW.

It's about finding what's next. I'm hesitant to let people know what producers I'm f---ing with, what I'm rapping about. I'd rather drop that winning hand out of nowhere.

Lately I feel the haters eatin' away at my confidence. They scream out my failures and whisper my accomplishments.

Other niggas' situations, they are all depressing.

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