Marnz Malone - Get It How You Live (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Marnz Malone - Get It How You Live (en) Lyrics
Yo, I sit down and do the maths
before I act on emotion
Really had to burn garms, I
got blood on my clothing
Had to sell it on, my nigga left
casings on the scenes
The streets took a turn for the worst,
shit isn’t what it seemed
Well-mannered, so I won’t forget
my thank you or my please
If you ain’t steppin’ or fundin’
P’s for the steppers
then you gotta leave
3 A, no fucks given, got
it poppin’ on the V
Poppin’ on the yard and flows, you
can call it a poppin’ spree
Span blocks cah I wanted to, no
older ever sent me fishing
Visits to the grave I could
cry, separately I miss him
I know I’m prang but I’m pretty sure
I can hear the snakes hissing
Cuttin’ grass thinking ‘bout the cause,
and the bigger picture
I’m trying real hard not
to let my mother down
Made a promise and a vow that
I O U like the vowels
Can’t forget them out of town
night shifts, for the pounds
Jay-Z feat. Rihanna, cah
tonight we run the town
Trap boy I had a sale at every
exit on the roundabout
Round about the time I turned my
Lizzy off to get them yutes
They say I rap cap but them same people
got the scars to prove
Can’t be no runner-up that’s another
term for the first to lose
Stay woke, I came back to my block and
told the gang who I soaked
They gave me W’s in the chat,
not like Billy the Goat
Not like Krimoe and them,
I got hella hood stories
cah I been on the ends
C-U-T she gotta cut, she
don’t know how to suck
The day you see pigs flying the same day
you’ll see my chain tucked
Pop my door and wet them up
I know some scatty hood chicks
for a CC vanity bag on the
house, they’ll set you up
Seen niggas turn snitches, OGs start
smoking Good girls turn hoes,
I see neeks turn savage
Savages tryna hang their boots
up, what happened?
I see niggas go wok for work,
but come out scamming
And it’s weird, I remember the
first afternoon I picked up
Shoulda been in Supacell in
real life, I’m a Sixer
Pissed off, feds caught my nigga
Lucian with a stick
And ever since it’s been porridge,
like Marnz’s little sister
3 for 20 was the deal I used to
think would make me rich
She said the wap can stay, the weed
can’t, what a stupid little bitch
A wise man once told me gotta
get it how you live
RIP to mine that died before
they got a chance to live
You ever came back from a drill,
like he has to be dead
Or had your hand bitten by those that
you actually fed
I shared dinners with killers who
caught hats in the trench
And had to sleep on that blue mattress,
that’s the nastiest bed
Can’t let him catch me again,
I’m on the run like D Savv
Times I coulda broke down, still
never called green flag
Tell them CEOs don’t play with me
You got M’s and we got M’s, fuck
around and watch me turn
this chair into a beanbag
Where I’m from in Brum the
kids have guns like they
have G-wags in Dubai
They’re calling me a rapper now,
but who lied when Bruce died
I missed his court, now
I can’t forgive myself
I feel like Afroman, I fell asleep
‘cause I got too high
Blue skies but I keep my brolly
just in case it rains
He caught a bullet in his mouth,
he thinks he’s David Blaine
Ain’t it strange how they tryna
catch me like contestants
when they play the Chase?
I made old niggas run away
from this baby face
That’s why they seize my phones
and my clothes as well
It’s close as hell, it’s all
fun and games until they close
the cell, ask Rosavell
Bought Dior Diors, I made her post
them out Freedom ain’t priceless,
my loyalty has no amount
I know they’d rather see me
down, stacking tuna tins
Could touch my toilet from my bed
Now pree the room I’m in
That nigga snitched on bro,
I ain’t even gonna say it
I let Si Mizzle tell you “nah you
don’t do dem tings man”
If you’re just tuning in, sorry it ain’t
over yet I prayed for a slice and
got a loaf of bread, Alhamdulillah
Thinking ima fall off, don’t
hold your breath
Most my bars just go over their
head like a shoulder press
Was so depressed when my niggas
got life I probably smoked
a Z, was low on bread
Spent my last 5 on that pole for Tes
They’re welcoming me home but I
came out of jail to no address
Just a gun and a couple stats
like, where am I going next?
My first couple weeks, I had no sleep
My akhi got a killer sense of
humour, man like Mobeen
Loose lips sink ships, better check
the crew before the boat leaves
Double G prints on my coat sleeve,
can’t chat to me ‘bout waps G
I got whole heap, ask about the uzi,
that shit mini like my co-d
GOATs tell me I’m the GOAT, so
I know I’m no sheep Was tryna
blow that Gucci beanie
clean off his head Bro begged
me “No please”
And I still throw Gs
Pussy
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