“I can’t really describe my sound.”

I grew up listening to everybody.

I always knew ‘My Dawg’ would be a hit, but I didn’t even know what a hit was. When I made the song I knew it sounded hard.

I want to let them know they can have this much fun by doing something legal like me rapping for instance.

The more I’m in it, the more I’m practicing and the more I’m advancing.

Like you might love watching basketball, but that don’t mean that you’ll get on the court.

I just save my money, man. I don’t even try to enjoy it like these other rappers; they having fun and they lit, but they gon’ be broke later on. I be savin’.

What I might feel like is hard work, another person is dying to do.

Every day I’m getting shaped and molded. Keepin’ on, being a better artist, and improving on this, improving on that.

I done paid Gunna to write my songs. I never put the songs out but like when I first started rapping I used to pay him like $100 like ‘I’ma give you a $100 write something for me so I can try to learn to go in and record it.’

I got the name Lil Baby because I always hung around older dudes.

Young Thug, he gave me all the jewels. He literally paid me to leave the neighborhood.

I’m changing every day as far as this rap thing. I’m learning new things. I’m getting bigger by the day.

I feel like I wrote that. If I go in there and fix it, it’s almost like something I wrote.

The first project, I made 16 songs and put 12 of them on the mixtape.

My story is going to be completely different than someone else’s story in terms of hard work.

I know I can’t rap forever, but I know as long as I got a label or something I can get money forever.

People often need to describe things quickly and so they use a shorthand. The problem is that after they use a label, they begin to think only in terms of the label instead of the totality of the experience a novel provides.

It’s easier to describe that shame, that horrible feeling of not being able to control your own life.

I said, ‘Well hopefully you could just call me Aimee. But if you have to describe it, I’m a bilateral below-the-knee amputee.’

Truthfully, the only real and consistent disability I’ve had to confront is the world ever thinking that I could be described by those definitions.

The feeling that was born that night, how could i describe it?Words like love or lust just don’t seem right.

When someone with the authority of a teacher, say, describes the world and you are not in it, there is a moment of psychic disequilibrium, as if you looked into a mirror and saw nothing. Yet you know you exist and others like you, that this is a game with mirrors.

I am the androgyne, I am the living mind you fail to describe in your dead language the lost noun, the verb surviving only in the infinitive the letters of my name are written under the lids of the newborn child

On every shelf, we see ourselves, experience our collective conscious, describe our dreams and our great longing for times that have passed.