Merkules & The Game – Death Wish lyrics

Roll somethin up
Aye Merk you already know what it is boy, aye
Whattup Game
They not ready for what the f*** 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 s***
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 f***** 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 f*** with Dre, I’m gettin head right outside his house
2020 vision, angel on the grill
Juiced up to Pac like that fat n**** 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 b****** 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 s*** 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