My family tree consists of drug dealers, thugs, and killers.

Gotta get a tight grip, don't slip, loose lips, sank ships, it's a trip, I love the way she licks her lips.

I'm a thug. And my thug comes from... my definition of thug comes from half of the street element. Straight street hustling.

Dear mama, yo baby boys doing fine tell the homies I'm in heaven and they aint got hoods.

I just spent 11 and a half months in a maximum-security jail, got shot five times, and was wrongly convicted of a crime I didn't commit.

Perspective. You start looking at things differently, like everything's not so important. You don't take things so personally. Everyone changes, becomes better people. We all should get that chance.

Hip Hop was supposed to be this new thing that had no boundaries and was so different to everyday music. As long as it has soul to it, hip hop can live on.