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.

You're nobody 'til somebody kills you.

Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies.

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

The second time I went to jail, I was like, 'okay, this is not the move.'

Blowin' up is nothing to me.

Mo' money, mo' problems.