“I gotta die with money cuz i wasn’t born with it.”

I don’t take nothin’ from no one. I do what I wanna do. And I’m gonna do that until the day I die. And if I can’t do that, then I’ll just die.

Haters only hate things they can’t have and the people they can’t be. It’s just a little thing called jealousy.

I don’t want to be understood because if people understand me, they get tired of me.

You can’t get on my level. you gon’ need a space shuttle or a ladder; that’s forever.

One finger up, and I’m out Cause you ain’t even worth two

Here’s my most funniest joke, I’m broke.

They say I couldn’t play football, I was too small. They say I couldn’t play basketball, I wasn’t tall. They say I couldn’t play baseball at all and now everyday of my life, I ball.

A blessing in disguise, is right before our eyes. But since it is in disguise, we don’t know that it’s there.

A lot of women don’t know how to love because there’s deep reasons for them not knowing how to love. And what I mean by deep reasons is deep and dark reasons.

Don’t make an opinion on me if you don’t know nothin’ about me.

Before you judge me. I plead guilty.

When a girl cries over a guy, she really loves him. When a guy cries over a girl, he will never love another girl like her.

I got ice in my veins Blood in my eyes/Hate in my heart Love in my mind.

When i started flirting with the hustle, failure became my ex, now I’m engaged to the game and married to success.

Always talk to God, never listen to the cops.

Love or hate me, I stay hate free They say we learn from mistakes, well, that’s why they mistake me.

He was right – she was beating herself up about hurting his feelings. The girl was a classic martyr. She’d totally been born in the wrong century. She should have lived back when she could have gotten herself fed to some lions for a good cause.

We go to the grave of a friend saying, “A man is dead,” but angels throng about him saying, “A man is born.”

Whatever inspiration is, it’s born from a continuous “I don’t know.

Thankful for the rose grateful for its thorns these lessons bloom like weeds from them I am reborn.

She has learned so much from dying only to be born again.

Aren’t all poets born from tragedy?

To be man’s tender mate was woman born, and in obeying nature she best serves the purposes of heaven.

Between holding on and letting go october discerns october knows, that life lurks between the clouds of death and death breathes with every rebirth.