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.

So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times, I once contemplated suicide and woulda tried, but when I held that nine, all I could see was my mama's eyes, no one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble, not knowing it's hard to carry on when no one loves you.

That girl can barely spell her name.

Thug Life to me is dead.

I don't know how to change the world but I know if I keep talking about how dirty it is out here, somebody gon clean it up.

Should we cry when the pope dies, my request we should cry if they cried when we buried Malcom X

Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture bomb the hoochies wit' precision, my intentions to get richer.