“When I drop a freestyle, I’m like, ‘This freestyle gotta go hard’ or when I do something it’s, ‘How can we top this?’”

Because when I need money, I ain’t tryna, hold up.

I love seeing women do what they do.

My mom is the first female rapper I’ve ever known. I’m thinking, like, ‘Okay, yeah, this is normal. Everybody’s doing this.’

Handle me? Who gon’ handle me? Thinking he’s a player? He’s a member of the team.

I definitely have to pray and spend a lot of time by myself when I can.

I’m always trying to one-up myself.

Honestly, I’m not going to lie. I was a good kid.

I feel like I have to put on for my city, because we have so many legends and so many greats.

I don’t hate anything about Texas. I love my state. I love my area. It’s like home.

I’m not a character, so how I rap is just an everyday thing.

It’s not just about being sexy, it’s about being confident and me being confident in my sexuality.

My favorite song used to be ‘The Nasty Song’ by this dude named Lil Ru. That was my jam!

Who else gotta stop at every mirror in the house.

Lie one more time and imma quit sparing you.

There were so many different labels coming to me and they just didn’t seem right, but 300, they wanted me bad. It felt like a family.

The first time I ever put on a cowboy hat for a video a lot of people on my team was like, ‘Are you sure? You know, we don’t want people we think we country.’ I’m like, ‘It’s cute! I don’t care what people think.’

She is his shyness, pride and the symphony of his life’s orchestra.

Even the silence has music if you care to listen to.

What is a poet? An unhappy man who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music.

The victory is not gained by the men at arms, who manage the pike and the sword; but by the trumpeters, drummers, and musicians of the army.

I hope you find someone who dances to the beat of your soul, so you never have to sit alone in life while the music plays.

Being with you is familiar, like playing guitar after some time; the theory is there but my fingers have forgotten the chords.

You, a God I worshipped Your word was music to my ears Rose-tinted glasses: verdict You confirmed all my worst fears.

Celebration went after music. And music wanted to date pain. But pain fell in love with lyrics.