| Roll somethin up
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| Aye Merk you already know what it is boy, aye
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| Whattup Game
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| They not ready for what the fuck we bout to do
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| Surrey
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| They not ready homie
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| Jesus piece around my neck and I’m wearin it like a vest
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| I’m the boss I don’t see all that arrogance as a threat
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| Game told me don’t forget to be careful how you invest
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| Now the G Wagon interior glaring off my Patek
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| I know you have that on ya conscience this is Canada to Compton
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| Get a Grammy then a Oscar and go right back to the projects
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| I’m someone they pretend to be, suckas don’t get my energy
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| I was a young’n in that cutlass bumpin The Documentary
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| We’d sneak outta the house while Grandma was watching Jeopardy
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| She caught us on the block and made us dump out all our Hennessy
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| Just the thought of its nostalgic I was on my 8 mile shit
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| I was young I was confused but the music would over power it
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| That was back in 03, I swear the aftermath was Shady
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| So I can’t imagine sayin I’m collabin with The Game
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| So when I die, cremate me put my ashes in a vase
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| Roll me up inside a blunt and fuckin pass it to my gang
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| Someone tell my Momma I made it out the hood now I’m famous
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| I been riding round faded from LA to Las Vegas
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| I had to manifest this, hatin on us is a death wish
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| Someone tell my Momma I made it out the hood now I’m famous
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| I been riding round faded from LA to Las Vegas
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| I had to manifest this, hatin on us is a death wish
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| Put them lambos up, bring them Impalas out
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| Gimme a eighth and a crater I show you what them dollas bout
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| Still countin large amounts, Still smoking by the ounce
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| Still fuck with Dre, I’m gettin head right outside his house
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| 2020 vision, angel on the grill
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| Juiced up to Pac like that fat nigga still
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| When I still got it, mama happy I made it
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| For all them times I got her raided I moved her to Vegas
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| Life is a gamble, snake eyes on the dice
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| Glock in my True Religions, My passion of Christ
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| And I’m running these lights, smoking this dope
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| Sold all my albums just like I did with the coke
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| Underhand, see this money make these bitches do the running man
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| I’m comfortable if I leave the house, and I ain’t got a hundred grand
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| Hit twelve with the eagle, run no Cunningham
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| Us against them, some shit you’ll never understand
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| Someone tell my Momma I made it out the hood now I’m famous
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| I been riding round faded from LA to Las Vegas
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| I had to manifest this, hatin on us is a death wish
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| Someone tell my Momma I made it out the hood now I’m famous
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| I been riding round faded from LA to Las Vegas
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| I had to manifest this, hatin on us is a death wish |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Death Wish, artist - Merkules. Album song Apply Pressure, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп