“As an artist, it’s never really enough. You always want to strive to get bigger and better and push the limits of what you can actually do.”

I’m a savage. I’m dedicated. I’m just myself. That’s the best way to put it.

You’re only the love of my life.

I dreamed it all ever since I was young.

I learned more than I cared to discover.

I feel just like a rockstar.

There’s always gonna be setbacks; there’s always gonna be knockdowns. There’s always gonna be people telling you, Hey, you suck!

Your growth scares people who don’t want to change.

You make my life so hard but that’s what gets me off.

I might wear skinny pants one day; I might wear thrift shop pants the next day.

I Used to have friends now but I got enemies.

If y’all are actually my fans and friends and love me and want me to be mentally stable, can y’all please let me live? I’m trying my best here. That’s all I can do.

You know that I’m too drunk to talk right now. You put your cigarette out on my face.

I’m just a fun guy.

I’m hungry. I’m ready to grow.

I’m trying to bring a little bit of every type of sauce into one type of sound. Something that’s really fresh.

Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation.

The amateur believes he must first overcome his fear; then he can do his work. The professional knows that fear can never be overcome. He knows there is no such thing as a fearless warrior or a dread-free artist.

Every artist should want to be like Michael Jackson.

I sometimes just don’t like to see the Ultimate Fighting. I just find it, as a martial artist, I just find it too violent.

If I’ve made it a little easier for artists to work in violence, great! I’ve accomplished something.

No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a strange, divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.

Work should be personal. For all of us. Not just for the artist and entrepreneur. Work should have meaning for the accountant, the construction worker, the technologist, the manager and the clerk.

An artist cannot speak about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture.

We younger Negro artists who create now intend to express our individual dark-skinned selves without fear or shame. If white people are pleased we are glad. If they aren?t it doesn?t matter.