“I live by the ten percent rule. Save one, you save a thousand.”

It is illegal to steal my feelings and leave.

I suffer from deep depression, so my only release is music.

I’ve always been a loner.

I love God, I love everybody else around me as myself, and I love my enemy.

I put my flaws on front street. So the world accepted my flaws, so I don’t have any flaws.

I was always taught not to answer no questions. I’m not really good at answering them because I get agitated so fast.

Out my window. I see everything I dream about and wished I had.

My daily conversation, it consists of hustle. Grinding from the bottom sick and tired of struggle.

Fall in love fast, make sure I handle it delicate.

Anything lost, can be found again, except for time wasted. A vision without action is merely a dream. Action, it’s the grind, it’s the hustle, it’s the persistence.

Wise men change, fools stay the same.

I always wanted a family.

My skin is 24 karat gold when a sun hit it.

Glory be and praise to God. I didn’t do any of this. God did. I don’t have a recipe or a blueprint. I prayed for it, and my prayers are continuing to be answered.

I don’t sleep much. I don’t sleep much – I work, I work, I work.

I can’t say any artist inspired me, because I’m inspired by the things that go on around me.

I had to work a lot. I was doing YouTube videos, but I wasn’t getting a lot of love. How do I make a living off rapping when no one knows me? I got kind of discouraged. But hard work shuts people up.

We should always have three friends in our lives-one who walks ahead who we look up to and follow; one who walks beside us, who is with us every step of our journey; and then, one who we reach back for and bring along after we’ve cleared the way.

I’ve lived such a great, fantastic life already, but there’s still so much more.

The sociable man, always outside himself, is capable of living only in the opinions of others and, so to speak, derives the sentiment of his own existence solely from their judgment.

Nothing happens while you live. The scenery changes, people come in and go out, that’s all. There are no beginnings. Days are tacked on to days without rhyme or reason, an interminable, monotonous addition.

It was possible, I knew, to live on two planes at once—to have one’s feet planted in reality but pointed in the direction of progress.

The noise doesn’t go away, but the most successful people I know have figured out how to live with it, to lean on the people who believe in them, and to push onward with their goals.

If you’re afraid to die you won’t be able to live.