Trying to convince myself I've found one. Making the mistake I never learned from.

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

I don't really have a gimmick or a 'thing.' I'm one of the few artists who gets to be himself every day.

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

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

That's a good thing for me. I own everything, I have 100% creative control, I own all my masters, everything. I'm blessed to be in that situation. If we sell some records, I think we'll just add to the historic pace that this has been going at.

What's a star when his most important fan is missing?