“I’m an artist. I produce, I direct, and all of that goes into the music.”

I have this old Polo jacket. I’ve got to bring it wherever I go. And I have this one cape that somebody gave to me. It’s this jumpsuit with this cape on the back that this one person gave to me. It’s clutch.

I want first and foremost to help other artists, launch new names, to provide opportunities. I want to do for them what happened to me, but better.

My work ethic is crazy. I’m a producer, an artist, and a video director. I’m a producer, an artist, and a video director.

When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace.

I’m big on diversity. My music is very diverse; I don’t want it to ever be typecasted.

My music isn’t rappity-rap-rap-rap.

I really can’t speak on others, but in a sense, I feel like every artist always has their problems with the industry because we all want to have our creative way.

I consider myself an artist, which is, like, the most played term, but I believe it.

If she bad, she gets a pass into the tour.

I’m not a gangsta.

Yes, money is important. But it’s all about the creative process.

I remember my mom bought me one of their shirts for Easter so that I could wear Helmut Lang for Easter. That was my first piece.

My whole story is straight mythical. It’s tangible, but it’s also what life could be.

Every time I go into the studio, it’s some next level, man.

I don’t look at myself as a designer; I’m focused on music.

I was a smart kid. I went to a private school in middle school and got kicked out.

No art is greater than a human heart.

The greatest form of art is unconditional love.

Hope is a gift I hold in my heart. It spills into words and gets written into art.

You’re a work of art only just framed by my eager fingertips.

Its painful to see when your own people doesn’t support your artistic calibre. The very quality strangers call you extraordinary for.

I mastered the art of not caring and wow it made me more daring.

Thoughts on a tapestry. Colour or black and white. A brush, a pen, A flash of light. Ideas flowing soon, about to take flight.

The art of being a slave is to rule one’s master.