Jail and the streets go hand in hand. You can't have one with out the other. They coincide.

I write a lot of my best music in the car, like late night. Three, four in the morning. I'm in the passenger seat, I got my driver, my getaway driver. My Bonnie, I'm Clyde. That's when everything is just settled. In the daytime it's chaotic. Everybody just goin' nowhere fast. In a rush to go nowhere.

I don't pay attention to sales because it's not about that for me. It's about the music. Music is all I have.

When you come up in the slums, having nothin make you humble

I suffer from depression. Severe cases of it. Not one case of depression, not a severe case, but severe cases of depression. Music is my only outlet, it's therapeutic to me. It's a release. It's how I vent emotionally.

I've always stood on my own two. I don't need a team. I don't do the entourage thing, 30 people. I don't do that. That's just not me.

I did a lot of drugs. I didn't do multiple drugs, but I overindulged in whatever drug of choice.