I'm not hot. I'm great.
Shoot you on the front porch and knock you to the back yard.
They paint me as a villain, I just autograph the artwork.
Real gs move in silence like lasagna.
My family and my friends-they keep me grounded. Especially my mom, because she would kick my ass if I was to change.
I'ma call my guns jumpers, cause my bullets just leapin to 'em.