Death Wish - Merkules, The Game

Roll somethin up

Aye Merk you already know what it is boy, aye

Whattup Game

They not ready for what the fuck we bout to do

Surrey

They not ready homie

Jesus piece around my neck and I’m wearin it like a vest

I’m the boss I don’t see all that arrogance as a threat

Game told me don’t forget to be careful how you invest

Now the G Wagon interior glaring off my Patek

I know you have that on ya conscience this is Canada to Compton

Get a Grammy then a Oscar and go right back to the projects

I’m someone they pretend to be, suckas don’t get my energy

I was a young’n in that cutlass bumpin The Documentary

We’d sneak outta the house while Grandma was watching Jeopardy

She caught us on the block and made us dump out all our Hennessy

Just the thought of its nostalgic I was on my 8 mile shit

I was young I was confused but the music would over power it

That was back in 03, I swear the aftermath was Shady

So I can’t imagine sayin I’m collabin with The Game

So when I die, cremate me put my ashes in a vase

Roll me up inside a blunt and fuckin pass it to my gang

Someone tell my Momma I made it out the hood now I’m famous

I been riding round faded from LA to Las Vegas

I had to manifest this, hatin on us is a death wish

Someone tell my Momma I made it out the hood now I’m famous

I been riding round faded from LA to Las Vegas

I had to manifest this, hatin on us is a death wish

Put them lambos up, bring them Impalas out

Gimme a eighth and a crater I show you what them dollas bout

Still countin large amounts, Still smoking by the ounce

Still fuck with Dre, I’m gettin head right outside his house

2020 vision, angel on the grill

Juiced up to Pac like that fat nigga still

When I still got it, mama happy I made it

For all them times I got her raided I moved her to Vegas

Life is a gamble, snake eyes on the dice

Glock in my True Religions, My passion of Christ

And I’m running these lights, smoking this dope

Sold all my albums just like I did with the coke

Underhand, see this money make these bitches do the running man

I’m comfortable if I leave the house, and I ain’t got a hundred grand

Hit twelve with the eagle, run no Cunningham

Us against them, some shit you’ll never understand

Someone tell my Momma I made it out the hood now I’m famous

I been riding round faded from LA to Las Vegas

I had to manifest this, hatin on us is a death wish

Someone tell my Momma I made it out the hood now I’m famous

I been riding round faded from LA to Las Vegas

I had to manifest this, hatin on us is a death wish