Life is a b*tch depending how you dress her.

Sometimes people write novels and they just be so wordy and so self-absorbed.

I knew when I wrote the line “light-skinned friend look like Michael Jackson” [from the song “Slow Jamz"] I was going to be a big star.

What happens if a drone falls right next to her?

I don't understand why they trippin', If you ask me, Flow is just as nice as, I admit the propane, I just spit, probably, Just raise the gas prices, Everybody in the club, Try and get as fresh as me, What you want dog, Trying to stay recession free, And spit, refreshly.

Yeah, I think that I have like, faltered, you know, as a human. My message isn’t perfectly defined. I have, as a human being, fallen to peer pressure.

Keep your nose out the sky, keep your heart to god, and keep your face to the raising sun.