“To be honest I am not lookin to be romantic, already got someone at home.”

Never break or fold, that’s what it takes to be major.

I’m not no Internet person.

I always knew who I was, and I always ran from my true purpose. I know what my job is. And I always ran from it.

I’ve had mixtapes that have been better than albums I’ve heard from other artists. I take my time; I put my heart into it.

A hot producer might not make a hot beat for me. I just love music.

Coming up in the streets, I had to learn how to read people early on. I’m a very analytical person. I observe a lot of the things that people don’t notice.

Why accept failure when success is free?

I don’t really like talking. I like to execute. I’m not a talking person. I’m an action person.

It is illegal to steal my feelings and leave.

I suffer from deep depression, so my only release is music.

I’ve always been a loner.

I love God, I love everybody else around me as myself, and I love my enemy.

I put my flaws on front street. So the world accepted my flaws, so I don’t have any flaws.

I was always taught not to answer no questions. I’m not really good at answering them because I get agitated so fast.

Out my window. I see everything I dream about and wished I had.

My daily conversation, it consists of hustle. Grinding from the bottom sick and tired of struggle.

All of a sudden to get all of this attention, and to be away from home and working all the time was hard. I was on planes all the time. I didn’t see my friends. I cried a lot. It was quite terrifying.

In painting, you have unlimited power. You have the ability to move mountains. You can bend rivers. But when I get home, the only thing I have power over is the garbage.

Disease of the home and of the life comes about in the same way as that of the body.

I believe in living, I believe in birth, I believe in the sweat of love and in the fire of truth and I believe that a lost ship, steered by tired, sea sick sailors, can still be guided home to port.

Love decorating all the beds at home with a bunch of cozy pillows

Home is not a place, it is heaven.

The sea will grant each man new hope, and sleep will bring dreams of home.

The wise man’s home is the universe.