I feel like a spoilt rapper. I get to pick and choose everything.
Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity. To seize everything you ever wanted in one moment. Would you capture it or just let it slip?
The truth is you don’t know what is going to happen tomorrow. Life is a crazy ride, and nothing is guaranteed.
You don’t get another chance, life is no Nintendo game.
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left. We all fall down like toy soldiers. Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win.
The details surrounding both my marriage and subsequent filing for divorce are private, and I had hoped to keep them that way for the sake of my family.
I don’t mean to be mean but that’s all I can be, that’s just me.
It creeps me out sometimes to think of the person I was. I was a terrible person. I was mean to people.
I’m standing on my Monopoly board that means I’m on top of my game.
Certainly I’m not going to sit on the Internet all day and read what Sam from Iowa is saying about me. But I’m a sponge. I’ve always been a sponge.
Here’s that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap.
But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun and have a man bun?
The giant’s woke, eyes open, undeniable, supplyin’ smoke, got the fire stoked.
But you’re a mole hill, now I’ma make a mountain out of you, woo!
I’d rather be 80-year-old me than 20-year-old you.
’Til I’m hitting old age, still can fill a whole page with a ten-year-old’s rage.
My biggest flops are your greatest hits.
Your red sweater, your black leather. You dress better, I rap better.
The day you put out a hit’s the day Diddy admits that he put the hit out that got Pac killed.
Had to give you a career to destroy it.
Was watchin’ 8 Mile on my NordicTrack, realized I forgot to call you back.