“People are very adamant about maintaining a certain sound or a certain era, like, “There were three years of rap that were great, so let’s just keep doing that.” The genre itself is just stuck in place. It’s been treading water for a while.”

God helps those who have no-cut contracts.

I dance is the one that linked the cities of prosperity and chance.

In a time where everything’s a flavor of the month, and it’s hard to have any sort of longevity,

Now we the American working population Hate the fact that eight hours a day Is wasted on chasing the dream of someone that isn’t us And we may not hate our jobs But we hate jobs in general That don’t have to do with fighting our own causes.

There’s smoke in my iris, but I painted a sunny day on the insides of my eyelids

It’s hard to stand around and make conversation with people I’ve learned. But I do want to be the guy that can do it easily.

…I’ve never had a dream in my life, Because a dream is what you wanna do, but still haven’t pursued.

Dream a little dream, Or you can live a little dream I’d rather live it ‘Cause dreamers always chase But never get it

Armchair hater, I wouldn’t piss on your coffin But when I see your picture I draw dicks on it.

I don’t think anyone can argue that I’m not trying to do my own thing at least.

For a guy who didn’t expect a fan base whatsoever, I’m pretty stoked. People say they don’t understand it, and I say that’s okay.

The thing about the state of hip-hop is that people are too concerned.

I’ve learned I don’t like being around people too much.

Too bad your inner sheep never forgets to follow.

I’m just tryin to be somebody I can talk to in the morning with a smile.

We the American working population Hate the nine-to-five, day-in day-out When we’d rather be supporting ourselves By being paid to perfect the pastimes That we have harbored based solely on the fact That it makes us smile if it sounds dope.