You know the type: loud as a motorbike but wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight.

I jack, I rob, I sin. Aw man, I'm Jackie Robinson 'Cept when I run base, I dodge the pen

Your future is ahead of you. Imagine the notion of the past fifteen years of your life being a blip in your story.

It was a weird mix of emotions. One day, your best friend could be killed. The day before, you could be celebrating him getting a brand-new bike.

When people say stuff like, "Oh, that's soft rock. I don't listen to that," I find that elitist. It's music-racist.

Jealousy’s a weak emotion.

I never ask for nothin' I don't demand of myself. Honesty, loyalty, friends and then wealth