“People have this misconception that I’m going to beat them up when I meet them. But it’s like… no. Just ’cause I stand up for myself, and I’m honest, that doesn’t mean I’m going to beat people up all the time.”

I’ve always been the popular one in my school, in my town. Everyone always knew who I was.

Someone who’s fake is someone who acts one way around their family and their close friends, but once they get out in the public, they’re this whole different person.

I don’t think I’m the ‘Oprah’ type.

I just wanna keep Yachty forever, just take him home with me.

I wasn’t stealing cars at like, six. But I’ve always been bad.

I can’t even go to the mall anymore. I have to bring 17 security guards… or it feels like it.

I bought a white Panamera – and then sold it because I had no use for it.

Cardi actually says stuff. Nicki just has attitude. So what. Big deal.

I’m just me, all the time. People think, ‘She must be an innocent little white girl when she’s not performing or making videos.’ But no, I’m me all year round, 24/7.

You cannot act a color. Do not tell me I’m acting black, because I’m not. I’m acting whatever you want to call it – urban. I don’t even have a name for it. I just call it ‘me.’

I was always the popular kid that everyone hated. There was no reason for anyone to hate me. I never really did anything wrong. They just didn’t like me, so I had to fight back all the time.

I’m not really a role model; just don’t do what I do.

I don’t have to put up a front to impress anyone.

I’ve always liked music since I was younger.

There’s a softer and harder person in everyone, depending on the time.

I’m just kind of taking what I get and making the best out of it, honestly.

I like when my freckles show or when I do shoots and they accentuate them. It’s such a compliment.

People say I’m too skinny, but if I gain a little weight, they say I look chubby. You can’t please everyone. As long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters.

It is not strange to me that persons of the fair sex should like, in all things about them, the handsomeness for which they find themselves most liked.

Satire is a sort of glass, wherein beholders do generally discover everybody’s face but their own.

A cheerful look brings joy to the heart.

And I swear to you, she was so beautiful I had to keep reminding myself to blink.

It is really a hard life. Men will not be nice to you if you are not good-looking, and women will not be nice to you if you are.

The human mind is inspired enough when it comes to inventing horrors; it is when it tries to invent a Heaven that it shows itself cloddish.