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