And all those who look down on me I’m tearing down your balcony.
Fame hit me like a ton of bricks.
Throughout my career, I fed off the fuel of people not being able to understand me.
I’ve got to formulate a plot or end up in jail or shot, success is my only option, failure’s not.
I shoot for the moon but I’m too busy gazing at the stars.
As for being AIDS infested, I don’t know yet, I’m too scared to get tested.
A lot of truth is said in jest.
Despite what I say in my songs, its never okay for a man to put his hands on a female.
Imma be what I set out to be without a doubt undoubtedly.
Anybody with a sense of humor is going to put on my album and laugh from beginning to end.
Told me my tape taught them to swear. What about the make-up you allow your 12 year old daughter to wear?
I don’t even know how to speak up for myself, because I don’t really have a father who would give me the confidence or advice.
You can make something of your life, it just depends on your drive.
A plaque and platinum status is whack if I’m not the baddest.
I love the attention but I don’t like too much of it.
I find you offensive for finding me offensive.
I might talk about killing people, but that doesn’t mean I do it.
I think my first album opened a lot of doors for me to push the freedom of speech to the limit.
My songs can make you cry, take you by surprise at the same time, can make you dry your eyes with the same rhyme.
My skin is too thick and bulletproof to touch me.