Get Rich Or Die Trying

(Why do you keep on breakin' my heart?)
50 said it's get rich or die tryin'
Nas literally died tryna get rich
They say you only live once
But if you deep it, you only die once my nigga man
Live every day
(Zanco you done it again)
Look
They say I demonstrate brilliance
I need a million imminent
I jumped out and stuck him up in front of the civilians
And if he shows resilience, then he's going A&E
Still do Tasbeeh with my prayer beeds
.32, .38s and .44 bulldogs
Might even terry like a toolbox
The teeth came with a big head like, Riley on the Boondocks
Drop the lo, and that doors gettin' boomed off
I lеft the spin, and the Sig, at her crib with somе sweets
She hid it well enough to beat a raid from the police
I'm on the 4s blowin' trees, with my mindy in my pocket
Please don't compare me to that nigga, he's a sausage
Caught the one that ran right, yo he shoulda went the other way
Right now the flight that I need ain't a holiday
I'm tryna land the pack, cause my weeds runnin' low
They wanna know when I'm back, but when's Meech comin' home?
Spent my first rap check, on a blick
Bought a rollie just to flip
Only twin gets a 50/50 split
If they nick me then I'm pissed, it ain't cheap for solicitors
Bro told me add him to my visitors
Them searches were vigorous, but they ain't find my phone though
MashaAllah he's home, Muslim, and bolo
I smile in most my photos, 'cause I know it hurts them
I'm a rapper now, still got it on my persons
I was mergin' into 3 ways with lifers
It's mad now cause I can grab either, or either, we paid bro
Ran down the side street, after I wet him on the main road
I never had shit when I came home
She let me stroke her pussy like the bad guy on James Bond
Everybody's on but who stays on?
Nights still short, but my days long
Right now I'm Locked Up like Akon
Never had no air con
Summertime, holes in my vents, been through loads of events
It costs to be the boss, and the total expense
Can't be calculated, I guess that's why they say charge it
Bro I'm known to the sergeant
They callin' me a rapper now, like I never emptied this cartridge
Jail had me feelin' like I can't win
(They callin' me a rapper now, like I never emptied this cartridge
Jail had me feelin' like I can't win, feelin' like I can't win)
Like Marnz Malone fam
If man had-if man had googled your name, 3 years ago
(laughs) mad ting, mad ting
But now mans say Marnz the artist, you get me?
I swear down
I don't smoke like that fam
But I've, couple times I've linked my bredrins
And they've been gettin' high fam
And I've been in the car, man are just, playin you fam
And it's just like, I'm sayin' that's mad
And 'member when you threw me up for my-for my friggin'
For my fight
My bredin's like "Yo you know Marnz?"
I'm sayin' "Yeah man, Marnz is cool man"
"You're lyin'!"
And I'm thinkin' "fuckin' hell", like bro
You man just know Marnz the rapper you know fam
Like you don't know there's a whole 'nother side
Well obviously through the music, they must know, but
You get me?
Like, positive man, trust me fam
All we can do, keep crackin' on fam
Not many man make it where we're from fam
So yo, ima hold up my end fam, you hold up yours
(Ima hold up my end fam, you hold up yours)