To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothing.

Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way.

Sticks and stones may break bones, but the Gat will kill you quicker.

I had gone to jail, but I wasn't gettin' locked up for drugs then. I was gettin' locked up for guns. My moms kept finding guns and stuff in my room and she was gettin' more scared.

I'm basically different things to different people. If it's a guy, I'm-a probably have my guard up because it's a street rule that when men come around that I don't know, I just immediately throw shade on them. But I don't associate with fellas all that much; if it's a girl - a beautiful girl - I be nice.

I'm living everyday like a hustle. Another drug to juggle. Another day, another struggle.

Never let no one know how much dough you hold.