My first words was thug for life and papa pass the mack

All I'm trying to do is survive and make good out of the dirty, nasty, unbelievable lifestyle that they gave me.

I feel like role models today are not meant to be put on a pedestal. But more like angels with broken wings.

You never stop loving someone. You just learn to live without them.

It's a constant man-ego-check going on in the streets, in this world.

if they take half the buildings that they use to praise god and give it to the motherfuckers who need god we'd be 'aight

My only fear of death is reincarnation