“A lot of time I like to sing music that people can relate to, but not necessarily put them in a depressed mood.”

My dream job growing up was always to be an artist. It wasn’t even that I would be a rapper or singer; I just knew I would be a public figure.

I’m going to be the next king of the Earth.

I want to follow my dreams. I want to make sure that I put myself first and accomplish what I need to accomplish.

I got a lot of experience for my age. Some artists might take a line or two from a bunch of songs and snip it together and make something, but everything I say I do.

Basketball sneakers are for people who want to be comfortable. I rather be uncomfortable and just look nice.

I’m a casual sneaker person, I like to be calm drippy.

I feel like all my songs slept-on. I’m not complainin’, but I just wanna drop more heat.

I really believe that I’m gonna blow up. It’s how I feel.

I don’t feel comfortable without certain things. I always want some money in my pocket to do whatever I want. Even if it’s something like I want to eat food that costs more than what I got.

Inspiration is basically just saying how I accomplished my goals or how I am accomplishing my goals.

I think that acting could be a talent.

Once I realized music was working, I was getting money off of shows and I figured that I could find success through music.

I’m a good-hearted person and my biggest goal is to be successful. That’s really the biggest part about me.

I want every song on it to be a hit.

I started seeing how I wanted my story to be told. Going to jail is one of the best things that happened to me. It helped me get my mind right.

I knew I wanted to make music since I was young.

If you trade your authenticity for safety, you may experience the following: anxiety, depression, eating disorders, addiction, rage, blame, resentment, and inexplicable grief.

Love is a serious mental disease.

I don’t find anything upsetting or gross or degrading about fighting with a mental illness: Bipolar or Schizophrenia.

I’m trying very hard not to connect with people right now.

Sometimes I feel like I’m not solid. I’m hollow. There’s nothing behind my eyes. I’m a negative of a person. All I want is blackness, blackness and silence.

I don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.

Mental pain is less dramatic than physical pain, but it is more common and also more hard to bear.

Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen.