[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 fuck 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
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