Roman’s a little gay boy who lives in me. And every time I talk he sort of just appears and I tell him, ‘Roman, you know, stop it, you’ve gone mad, I tell you, mad.’ He’s an outlet to say what I need to say but sometimes don’t want to.

Chef cookin for me They say my shoe game crazy The mental asylum lookin for me

So, my happiness doesn't come from money or fame. My happiness comes from seeing life without struggle.

How could it be little me had the power to be The best 'B' in the league yeah inevitably

And my wrist froze STAGE FRIGHT

I feel like when I reach my 500-million-dollar goal, then no other woman in rap will ever feel like they can't do what these men have done

Pumps on and them little mini skirts is up. I see some good girls, Imma turn em out.