Get It How You Live Lyrics – Marnz Malone

September 29, 2026 5 Min Read

“Get It How You Live” is an English song performed by Marnz Malone, which was released on September 29, 2026. The song includes Marnz Malone as the vocalist, author of music and lyrics, showing how actively involved the artist is in composing all major aspects of the song. With Marnz Malone performing vocals, composing music, and writing lyrics, the song can be considered as an independent work created by one particular artist with his unique style and creativity. The name of the song “Get It How You Live” seems strong and tough, giving hints about themes of independence, ambitions, individual choice, perseverance, lifestyle, and ways of getting success. The song can be interpreted in many ways because of its straight title that allows people to think about how the title can apply to their experience. There is no album for the release of this song, making “Get It How You Live” an independent work. “Get It How You Live” includes Marnz Malone’s vocals, composed music, and written lyrics.

Get It How You Live Song Info

Song Information	Details
Singer	Marnz Malone
Composer	Marnz Malone
Lyrics	Marnz Malone
Album	—
Release	September 29, 2026
Language	English

Get It How You Live Song 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 on every exit of 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 Krimo 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
Popped 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