Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on,_x000D_ _x000D_ Just keep on pressin on._x000D_ _x000D_ Sky is the limit and you know that you can have_x000D_ _x000D_ what you want, be what you want.
You're nobody 'til somebody kills you.
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What this quote means
This quote suggests that one's significance is often defined by the recognition and impact they have on others, even in extreme circumstances.
The quote 'You're nobody 'til somebody kills you' by The Notorious B.I.G. highlights the idea that societal acknowledgment and legacy often only come into play when a person's life is cut short, particularly in the realm of fame and recognition. It reflects on the harsh reality that in life, we may not be seen as important or impactful until something dramatic happens, often leading to a posthumous appreciation of one's contributions, talents, or presence in the world. The statement underscores a commentary on fame, mortality, and the human desire for validation.
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Example use cases
This quote can be used in a discussion about the implications of fame and its fleeting nature.
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If you don't love yourself, I'll make you see your own heart.
I can't even see me wasting my time or my talent to disrespect another black man.
I'm living everyday like a hustle. Another drug to juggle. Another day, another struggle.
I can't never stop nobody, can't knock nobody hustle.
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