“I have black friends, but I don’t just hang out with black kids. I might pull up with Indian kids, white kids, black kids, whatever.”

I really can’t speak on others, but in a sense, I feel like every artist always has their problems with the industry because we all want to have our creative way.

I consider myself an artist, which is, like, the most played term, but I believe it.

If she bad, she gets a pass into the tour.

I’m not a gangsta.

Yes, money is important. But it’s all about the creative process.

I remember my mom bought me one of their shirts for Easter so that I could wear Helmut Lang for Easter. That was my first piece.

My whole story is straight mythical. It’s tangible, but it’s also what life could be.

Every time I go into the studio, it’s some next level, man.

I don’t look at myself as a designer; I’m focused on music.

I was a smart kid. I went to a private school in middle school and got kicked out.

I’m a magician, like David Blaine. I could never fall.

I’m attached to the beat. The best speaks words. I love Music.

I feel like Houston is one of the leading things in music culture. Everyone loves the Houston culture. It needs to have its own monument, its own moment for artists like me, artists like Beyonce who set it off.

I see hip-hop as going in a self-managing place. It’s very culturally controlled and artist-controlled. It’s not really based on a label anymore. Everything is pretty much in the control of the artist. Which is amazing.

Beyonce is, like, the highest level. We all reach that level.

Don’t do it tomorrow. Do it now. There might not be tomorrow.

My heart goes out to all black people who have been mistreated and feeling like this their entire lives.

The heaviness of world can often feel like we’re living in black and white, sometimes all we need is a splash of color to remind us of the good in life.

Thoughts on a tapestry. Colour or black and white. A brush, a pen, A flash of light. Ideas flowing soon, about to take flight.

A blank canvas is still better than a ruined painting.

As I comb my hair I find a grey one stands out among all blacks. I’m too like that grey hair, lonely among familiar faces.

We judge on the basis of what somebody looks like, skin color, whether we think they’re beautiful or not. That space on the Internet allows you to converse with somebody with none of those things involved.

I’m glad that young black people are successful with the music. I’m not a hater.

Where there are people, there’s power.