“You got a lot but you just waste all yourself. They’ll forget your name soon and won’t nobody be to blame but yourself.”

If you’re mad at someone for being excited and inspired by your art then you’re doing it wrong.

Black culture is cool, but black issues sure aren’t, huh?

When I rap, it’s just an extension of how I speak, and that’s how I talk. If you don’t like it, don’t listen.

The Grammys are supposed to be awards for artistic excellence, Iggy Azalea’s not excellent.

I don’t want to be nice. Nice girls can only get what they’re offered.

I’m tired of having to consult a group of old white guys about my black girl craft. They don’t even know what they’re listening for or to.

The beats are like scripts, and the raps are my monologue.

I’m not trying to be, like, the bisexual, lesbian rapper. I don’t live on other people’s terms.

I’ve been making music for a while. And I could read about myself on the Internet for a while.

Sometimes I feel like I float in and out of different personalities.

I have never felt the pain of not being white the way I’ve felt it since I’ve been a public figure/part of this entertainment industry.

Why does the UN need to raise money for ebola? Can’t the gov just print the damn dollars themselves and get this done already.

Nowadays when I walk around, I get noticed, which is kind of weird.

I don’t turn to anyone for advice. I do what I want.

I’m also not going to explain something just because I said it in a rap. Take what you want from it.

Life is the same. It would be the same thing if I were still working at Starbucks, having to deal with a manager, and a shift manager. This is a job.