Slaine - Still Got My Gun Lyrics

Square peg
In a round hole
I learned to do my dirt
On the down low
Had to make some moves
That would sound bold
But in the same dirt
I had found gold
So they label me a scoundrel
Guess I had a ruffle a
Couple feathers
On my way up
But I'm a hustler
I didn't give f*ck if I
Hadda harm ya or muscle you
I been armed
With the tools that we use
In the trade of a renegade
Thrive in a game
You weren't able to penetrate
I'm not the same as you
I'm tried and true
This is something that I died to do
Part of learning how to fly eventually
You hit the ground crashin
But at the bottom of the pain
I had found passion
Though I been gone for a minute
Now I'm back in it
We either overcome the past
Or get trapped in it

There's a lot of things in life I know
We can go up so high and low
A lot of things I left behind that I once called mine but I still got my gun
My gun
My gun
I still got my gun

Violently designed like the Trolls of Asgaard
Silencers the size of a grown man's arm
Listen, the scope pivot like a cyclops
Chrome so heavy the shooter had to use a tripod
Bong! The barrel long like a pool stick
Hammer hit the hollow like a baby in the womb kick
Listen, visual verb missile swerve
Hit you herbs
Feel the pistol burn
Hit you like a whistling bird
All it take is half a shotty for half your body to fly a half a block at your f*ckin block party
Pussy
Your every word have a period
Your album comes with a free box of tampons for serious
My lyricism's the littyiest
Carry the torch for Brooklyn like Sean P & Biggie did
My demographic be Henny and Acid
My algorithms are savage
And my religion is madness

There's a lot of things in life I know
We can go up so high and low
A lot of things I left behind that I once called mine but I still got my gun
My gun
My gun
I still got my gun

Boko Haram
Stay calm
Strapped with a bomb
Behind the mask of God
He can trap the divine
I got numbers and statistics
It's a matter of time
Imma hit him with the 50 Bol
Shaq at the line
And then fiends lining up
They be pacin for days
Had a yopper put a hole
Inside his cranial cave
How the f*ck you gon' walk
Into a maze in a daze
Muthaf*ckas being deviants
And say it's a phase
This ain't fun and games over here
We make money
And ya'll is always gon' be second
Like Chase Utley
This muthaf*cka think he the wolf
He the same puppy
It's the same mask same 45
And the same Duffy
You are goofy homie
We was never meant to be cool
I was taking people's shit
In elementary school
Feel it with both hands Paul
Read it in brail
And the whopper always with me homie
Keenan and Kel
Toma!

There's a lot of things in life I know
We can go up so high and low
A lot of things I left behind that I once called mine but I still got my gun
My gun
My gun
I still got my gun