“Ultimately, who you choose to be in a relationship with and what you do in your bedroom is your business.”

Music is reflection of self.

Fame hit me like a ton of bricks.

Maybe one day we’ll all wake up and this will just be a dream.

I love the attention but I don’t like too much of it.

You’re still beautiful to me, cause youre my mom.

You’re still beautiful to me, cause youre my mom.

People will hate you for speaking the truth, but you’ve gotta learn to stand up to them, so don’t be offended if I say something you don’t like.

The writing process, the way I go about it is I do whatever the beat feels like, whatever the beat is telling me to do.

My middle finger won’t go down, how do I wave?

Well, I’m working all the time to stay out of trouble!

Behind every successful person lies a pack of haters.

They said I rap like a robot, so call me rapbot.

I don’t think I’ve ever read poetry, ever. I’m not really book smart.

Nobody likes to fail. I want to succeed in everything I do, which isn’t much. But the things that I’m really passionate about, if I fail at those, if I’m not successful, what do I have?

You may be gone but you’re never over.

You’ve got enemies? Good, that means you actually stood up for something.

We lived in a two-bedroom, one-bath house in St. Louis Park, Minnesota. We weren’t rich – but we felt secure.

They talked about unreasonable searches and seizures, about keeping the government out of their bedrooms.

It was just me in my bedroom. It gave me freedom and made me happy.

My pop is this big, huge man, nothing can hurt him. I went running into his bedroom like, ‘Daddy, Daddy, the boogie man’s under the bed!’ Pop opens one eye, he’s like, ‘Is the boogie man bigger than me?’ ‘

When I was about 8 or 9, I lived in New Jersey with my mother and we were seven deep in one bedroom and sometimes we didn’t have electricity.

I’m tired of going to an empty bedroom every night. I wish I had a girl I could cuddle with.

I work with my brother Finneas, and he produces all of my music in his little bedroom in our house.

Take off your bedroom slippers, put on your marching shoes. Shake it off. Stop complaining, stop grumbling, stop crying. We are going to press on. We’ve got work to do.