“True wealth is not of the pocket, but of the heart and of the mind.”

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.

Fall in love fast, make sure I handle it delicate.

Anything lost, can be found again, except for time wasted. A vision without action is merely a dream. Action, it’s the grind, it’s the hustle, it’s the persistence.

To all those I have loved and left, please know, it wasn’t you. For though I’d not wish you bereft, this heart seeks pastures new.

Are you bored with life? Then throw yourself into some work you believe in with all your heart, live for it, die for it, and you will find happiness that you had thought could never be yours.

No notes. You speak from deep in your heart. It’s easy.

Being heart broken is a sign of strength, it shows you were brave enough to love in the first place.

Welcome to the heart of me, the purest, uncut parts of me. These inmost fragments that you see, from pain and passion came to be, in blemished, unclothed intimacy, existing here as poetry.

The outer part of me so cold like an armor impenetrable. The words you throw at me ricochet and hit you in the heart.

I look at my children and one thing I’m most proud of, in my heart, are my children.

You train hard and I’ll train hard, and may the best man win, and good luck to both of us.