“Do what you’re happy with and not what you think whoever else is going to tell you about you ‘acting a color.’ You don’t act at all. You just do what you think is best.”

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.

Ever since I was younger, I was fascinated by cars and driving. The first time I actually drove a car, I was twelve years old.

I don’t really care much about being a meme. That’s not what I want to be known for, as being a meme from 2016. That’s not what I’m here for.

Love overcomes hate. Love has no color. Love has no orientation. All is love.

I’ve got a great eye for color. I’m like a chick.

I painted the picture, and in the colors the rhythm of the music quivers. I painted the colors I saw.

In common with Michelangelo and Rembrandt I am more interested in the line, its rise and fall, than in color.

I will never know how you see red and you will never know how I see it. But this separation of consciousness is recognized only after a failure of communication, and our first movement is to believe in an undivided being between us.

Anybody who perceives colors can become a painter. It’s simply a question of whether or not one has felt anything and whether one has the courage to recount the things one has felt.

Some colors reconcile themselves to one another, others just clash.

Colors live a remarkable life of their own after they have been applied to the canvas.