I just bought a Lambourghini, I'm not even into racing with a windshield full of tickets cause I live right by the station.

I can't even find the perfect brush so I can paint what's going through my mind. Racing 'gainst myself but I'm a couple steps behind.

The game got these old handprints on it, but Imma be the one to pour cement on it.

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

The worse feeling is when someone makes you feel special, then suddenly leaves you hanging, and you have to act like you don't care at all.

I am in the Matrix and I just took the blue pill.

I love you as much as you love me... So if you hate me, it works out perfectly.