Cause you know, life is what we make it and a chance is like a picture, it'd be nice if you just take it.

I'm allergic to coming in second but I never sneeze.

Like a sprained ankle boy I aint nothin to play wit

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

Sometimes it's the journey that teaches you a lot about your destination.

If you sell your soul to the devil, you get more grain.

Shots came, I don't know where they was sent from. Probably some bad hoes I'm bouta take the hint from