“I’ve been writing since I was maybe seven.”

Not every day is a good day for me.

When you being real, you ain’t worried ‘bout who fake.,

Us boss chicks have to continue to stick together and change the game.

You know you can’t control me, baby, you need a real one in your life.

My mom was a rapper. I would go to the studio with her, and that definitely showed me I can do this, I wanna do this.

I don’t feel like I’m in competition with anybody. If I’m worried about beating somebody else, I’m not going to be the best version of myself. It shouldn’t be a competition because somebody else winning is not going to make me lose.

I knew I wanted to be a rapper when I was, like, 5.

I don’t really feel like I done made it all the way. I feel like, ‘OK, we did this. Then we grinded enough to get to this point. Now we gotta grind enough to get bigger and bigger,’ you know?

That’s what I feel like my music represents, having no limits or restrictions.

When I was little, I wanted to be a plastic surgeon.

I don’t feel like my sound is similar to any female artist that’s out right now, so I definitely feel like we just need some Texas flavor.

I’ma just rap and do me.

Me and Kehlani have music together, and I love her.

Since you wanna test them waters, might as well jump in with both feet.

Just to know that the people in my city are really rocking with me, I just love it.

I definitely feel like people in the South are a little more raw. Our whole swag, the way we talk, When I go to the East Coast, people automatically know I’m not from there.

Finishing a book is just like you took a child out in the back yard and shot it.

If there must be trouble, let it be in my day, that my child may have peace.

In these days, it is doubtful that any child may reasonably be expected to succeed in life if he is denied the opportunity of an education.

It takes so little to make a child happy, that it is a pity in a world full of sunshine and pleasant things, that there should be any wistful faces, empty hands, or lonely little hearts.

If your child marches to a different beat, a different drummer, you might just have to go along with that music. Help them achieve what’s important to them.

What white man has ever seen me drunk? Who has ever come to me hungry and left me unfed? Who has seen me beat my wives or abuse my children? What law have I broken?

Father asked us what was God’s noblest work. Anna said men, but I said babies. Men are often bad, but babies never are.

A child born to a Black mother in a state like Mississippi… has exactly the same rights as a white baby born to the wealthiest person in the United States. It’s not true, but I challenge anyone to say it is not a goal worth working for.