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slaine - still got my gun lyrics

[verse 1: slaine]
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 that 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 a f-ck if i gotta harm ya or muscle ya
i been armed with the tools that we use in the trade of a renegade
thrive in a game, you’re not able to penetrate
i’m not the same as you, i’m tried and true
this is something 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 p-ssion
though i been gone for a minute
now i’m back in it
we either overcome the past or get trapped in it

[hook: rite hook]
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

[verse 2: ill bill]
violently designed like the trolls of asgard
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 pistol long like a pool stick
hammer hit the hollow like a baby in the womb kick
listen, visual verb, missile swerve, hit your 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
p-ssy, your every word have a period
your album comes with a free bo of tampons for serious
my lyricism’s the littyiest
carry the torch for brooklyn like sean p and biggie did
my demographic be henny and acid
my algorithms are savage and my religion is madness

[hook: rite hook]
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

[verse 3: vinnie paz]
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 paw, shaq at the line
and them fiends lined 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
m-th-f-ckas being deviant and say it’s a phase
this ain’t fun and games over here, we make money
and y’all is always gon’ be second like chase utley
this m-th-f-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 sh-t in elementary school
feel it with both hands paw, read it in braille
and the whopper always with me homie, kenan and kel
toma!

[hook: rite hook]
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

- slaine lyrics

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