Slaine - Still Got My Gun

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 fuck 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 fuckin 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 fuck you gon’ walk
Into a maze in a daze
Muthafuckas 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 muthafucka 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

Written by:
GEORGE CARROLL, JANOS FULOP, TERRENCE NUGENT, VINCENT LUVINER, WILLIAM BRAUNSTEIN

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Lyrics © Songtrust Ave

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