Somewhere along the way in your life, the world and its people will have a problem with you. That's their problem. Not yours.

Haters can't see me, but them b-tches still looking for me.

I want to make sure my family's straight.

I don't look for signs. But when things happen, I say, 'OK, something must be right.' Or 'OK, something must be wrong.'

What goes around comes around like a hool-a-hoop.

I like being misunderstood.

I want to be a skater.