“Girls, we have to go 10 times harder than guys. We are still expected to give you the bars, give you the look, give you the routine. This is me – I wanna be a rapper, this is it.”

Men are objects to me.

Sometimes, when you’re doing too much, things get overwhelming. So I just have to calm myself down and think, ‘What would my mama want me to do?’

I have over a hundred wigs, I like to change them damn near every hour.

I’m a pretty open person, and very little can embarrass me.

Once you really know yourself, can’t nobody tell you nothing about you.

Even if I brought him to you, still couldn’t get your boo back.

I think I’m a superstar.

I definitely wanna open up some assisted-living facilities around my city.

You find out about me because of my music, and that’s how I want to keep it.

I’m going to always have a home in Houston, I’m going to always come back.

We gotta break these double standards and get women to loosen up a bit. We gotta show them that we can do what we want to do how we want to do it. If someone doesn’t like it, they can get to stepping.

I’ll knock the sh*t out that b*tch like an enema.

My music is me letting the world know how confident I am in myself, and me basically telling other women, and guys, how confident and how comfortable I believe they should be.

I want to show other girls how happy I am and how confident I am, how I still want to go to school and I still want to rap.

I rock shows by myself. Ain’t no backup. Ain’t no help.

I love being a female rapper and embracing my sexuality.

You can’t expect others to stay if you’re begging them not to.

The simplest explanation is always the most likely.

Give me unexpected whether it is good or bad, I learn from it all. As you build or break me in the end, I will stand tall.

If trouble comes when you least expect it then maybe the thing to do is to always expect it.

I do know one thing about me: I don’t measure myself by others’ expectations or let others define my worth.

It is the madness of folly, to expect mercy from those who have refused to do justice; and even mercy, where conquest is the object, is only a trick of war; the cunning of the fox is as murderous as the violence of the wolf.

In these days, it is doubtful that any child may reasonably be expected to succeed in life if he is denied the opportunity of an education.

He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!