Marsh B. - One Way or Another
Yeah
I'm not normal don't you compare me to no one
Too many styles as an artist to beef with, never will be a one on one
All my life I just wanted some money but somehow I ended up troublesome
You tell me you feel me so can you explain my black heart and why I been going numb
I told all my family I got us can't help but to feel like I owe us one
It be day after day I be dealing with problems ain't no other choice but to roll up sum'n
I grew up watching the Mamba I can't believe uncle Kobe gone
So imma make sure I bring that killer instinct when I'm going hard
Kill these niggas with no remorse, I'm back in my zone baby
Intentionally player role baby you ain't know before now you know baby
I don't be posting all on the socials just know that we going crazy
I done been broke n ain't no one fuck with me, did nothing but motivate me
I done been broke n ain't no one fuck with me, did nothing but motivate me
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I told you one way or another we gon get it
I took a break for a minute fuck it I stuck with it
I used to give too many fucks bout who fuck with me
Been back stabbed too much ain't no more trust in me
They call me black heart baby ain't no more love in me
Was a kid the last time I made a song with no drugs in me
I ain't normal if I ain't got a lil' buzz in me
If I'm sober I don't know you, don't what's up me I ain't friendly
I do what I gotta do for the Benji's and then I'm sprinting
Can't be in one spot too long just sitting that's how they get you
I pray that I don't ever become a victim
Trying to see and raise both of my children
Until they grown enough to make their own decisions
When I tap into my vision shit gets wicked
Soon as the Bic gets flicked I'm getting lifted
Until that bag secured officially I'm getting busy
Got no choice but to feel like you against if you ain't with me
Imma 1 man army, bet not 1 man harm me
I feel like John Cena n I'm just being honest
Kuz these niggas can't see me bitch I'm jump man balling
Tried to give you time to eat since your lil ass starving
But it won't last probably
Low key wanna be me on my nut sack hollin'
Big bro call me
Nah I can't call it, give me my crown I'm a alchie and a weedaholic
Just tryna get them demons off me
Jesus piece to keep the reaper off me
We just hit the new year's and I ain't been sleep since august
Had a bitch over she ain't even sleep in garments
Kuz I beat it every hour til she freeze up on me
Like a scratched up rom disk imma flex up on em
All year best believe a nigga next up on em
They call me black heart baby ain't no more love in me
Was a kid the last time I made a song with no drugs in me
Written by:
Marshall Bradley III
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