I don't even know how to speak up for myself, because I don't really have a father who would give me the confidence or advice.

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.

Smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes backwards like Kris Kross.

Hip hop has always been braggin' and boasting and 'I'm better at you than this' and 'I'm better at you than that.'

It feels good to have your work respected again.

Youre still beautiful to me, cause youre my mom.

If that mockingbird don't sing and that ring don't shine, I'm a break that birdie's neck.