Death Wish (feat. The Game)

Roll something up

Aye, Merk, you already know what it is, boy, ay

What up, Game?

They not ready for what the fuck we 'bout to do

Surrey

They not ready, homie

Let's go

Jesus piece around my neck and I'm wearin' it like a vest (Uh-huh)

I'm the boss, I don't see all that arrogance as a threat (Not at all)

Game told me, "Don't forget to be careful how you invest" (OG)

Now the G Wagon interior glarin' off my Patek (That's right)

I know you have that on your conscience

This is Canada to Compton (Rap, rap)

Get a Grammy, then a Oscar

And go right back to the projects (Still in the hood)

I'm someone they pretend to be, suckers don't get my energy

I was a youngin in that Cutlass, bumpin' The Documentary (Fresh)

We'd sneak out of the house while grandma was watchin' Jeopardy

She caught us on the block

And made us dump out all our Hennessy (Damn)

Just the thought of it's nostalgic, I was on my 8 Mile shit

I was young, I was confused

But the music would overpower 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 mama I made it out the hood, now I'm famous

I been ridin' round faded from LA to Las Vegas

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

Someone tell my mama I made it out the hood, now I'm famous

I been ridin' 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 an eighth and a crater, I show you what them dollars 'bout

Still countin' large amounts, still smokin' by the ounce

Still fuck wit' Dre, I'm gettin' head right outside his house

2020 vision, angel on the grill

Juiced up to 'Pac like that fat **** 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 runnin' these lights, smokin' this dope

Sold all my albums just like I did wit' 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 hunnid grand

Hit twelve wit' the Eagle, run no Cunningham

Us against them, some shit you'll never understand

Someone tell my mama I made it out the hood, now I'm famous

I been ridin' round faded from LA to Las Vegas

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

Someone tell my mama I made it out the hood, now I'm famous

I been ridin' round faded from LA to Las Vegas

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