I made up my mind that I wanted everything, and nothing would stop me.

No person ever gave me nothing but God.

My kids get everything they want and are raised well.

They been callin up here, asking when I am gonna get out. When I hit bricks, it all belongs to me.

I'm in prison. But my heart and mind is free. Gangsta haters on the streets are doing more time than me. They need 30 police escorts with them every time they walk down the street.

I'm passionate about everything, like my family and friends. Anybody I am talkin' to is gonna be bona fide real. There is no substitution for happiness. Period.