What of fame? Everybody knows your name: never again are you alone.

Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here cause even Thugs cry, but do the Lord care?

Strugglin' and striving, that's how the dough come.

Money made me evil, court cases got me stressed Niggaz aimin at my head but I still wear my vest.

The people made me from the littlest crack head to the biggest baller so if i am bad its because of the bay and if i am good its because of the bay

If a picture is worth a thousand words, photographers are worth a million.

No matter what these people say about me, my music doesn't glorify any image. My music is spiritual when you listen to it. It's all about emotion, I tell my innermost, darkest secrets.