Everybody knows I got a temper. It's not a temper temper-not an off-the-field temper. It's a competitive temper, wanting to do good. But as far as being a guy who disrupts a lot of things, who doesn't want to listen? Nah, man. That's false. That's false because I'm excelling.

It's not my fault that people don't know me. I'm going to speak my mind, no matter what the consequences are.

To all my critics, you get paid to be negative.

I don't care about my image. I'm already paid. I've already got my money, so why worry about my image?

I smoke a blunt once every blue moon. But hey, the moon looks kinda blue tonight.

When you're rich, you don't write checks. Straight cash, homey.

The Moss of old is back!