still got my gun
Singer: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
so they label me a scoundrel
guess i had a ruffle a couple feathers on my way up
i didn't give a fuck if i gotta harm ya or muscle ya
i been armed with the tools that we use in the trade of a renegade
you're not able to penetrate
this is something i died to do
part of learning how to fly
but at the bottom of the pain
though i been gone for a minute
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
violently designed like the trolls of asgard
silencers the size of a grown man's arm
the scope pivot like a cyclops
chrome so heavy the shooter had to use a tripod
the pistol long like a pool stick
hammer hit the hollow like a baby in the womb kick
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
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
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
i got numbers and statistics
imma hit him with the.50 paw
had a yopper put a hole inside his cranial cave
how the fuck you gon' walk into a maze in a daze
muthafuckas being deviant and say it's a phase
this ain't fun and games over here
and y'all is always gon' be second like chase utley
this muthafucka think he the wolf
we was never meant to be cool
i was taking people's shit in elementary school
feel it with both hands paw
and the whopper always with me homie
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