Behind every sucessful person lies a pack of haters

In my mind I'ma fighter, my heart's a lighter, my soul is the fluid. My flow sparks it right up.

Don't let them say you ain't beautiful. They can all get fu#ked just stay true to you.

You know how it is - you make songs, and as you make the new ones, the old ones get old and you throw them out.

A plaque and platinum status is whack if I'm not the baddest.

It feels good to have your work respected again.

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.