I know my role and I play it well.

This is brain surgery. Ski masks on my bullets, let 'em commit brain burglary. Emergency, it's an emergency. Someone in all black left the whole scene burgundy.

"Haters only hate things they can't have and the people they can't be. It's just a little thing called jealousy."

I think positively, you can't harm me mentally, not physically, not spiritually, you'll never get rid of me.

You don't need a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass, nigga.

I look at things as 'Everything is meant to be.'

I don't have to prove anything.