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 passion
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
pus*y, 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
I'ma 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 is you gon' walk into a maze in a daze?
Muhf*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 muhf*cka think he the wolf, he the same puppy
It's the same mask, same .45, and the same Duffy
You a goofy homie, we was never meant to be cool
I was taking people 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