I need to keep working on myself for a while.

Seize the moment and dont squander it. Cause you never know when it all could be over.

Sometimes you just gotta let sh-t go and say 'to hell with it' and move on.

I don't like to give the sob story: growing up in a single-parent home, never knew my father, my mother never worked, and when friends came over I'd hide the welfare cheese. Yo, I failed ninth grade three times, but I don't think it was necessarily 'cause I'm stupid. I didn't go to school. I couldn't deal.

I like it when people talk s**t. Because if people weren't talking s**t, there would be nothing for me to come back with. I need that. If I don't have any ammo, what am I going to say?

It creeps me out sometimes to think of the person I was. I was a terrible person. I was mean to people.

Throughout my career, I fed off the fuel of people not being able to understand me.