I'm Still Fly, I'm Sky High And

You A Star In My Eyes. You And All Them White Girls, Party Of Five

When A Young Man Complains That A Young Lady Has No Heart, It's Pretty Certain That She Has His.

Problem With These Other Niggas They Aint Never Real

I Want To Be Remembered As An Artist That Gave You A Piece Of Me, As Opposed To Some Surface Bullshit. I Just Want To Be Remembered As A Poet That Was Open And Honest Because I Wake Up Every Morning And I'm Me.

& All Your Friends Telling You Stories That You Often Misinterpret And Taint All The Images Of Yo Mr Perfect