"People Die, Guns Don't" lyrics
The Game & mgk Lyrics
Yeah, let it ride
Yeah
Yeah, we celebrating
Cherish every moment
Know your time is coming
Yeah, you gotta own it
Yeah, we celebrating
Cherish every moment
Just know your time is coming
Yeah, you gotta own it
Yeah, we celebrating
Cherish every moment
Just know your time is coming
Yeah, you gotta own it
Ugh
[The Game:]
Celebrate my niggas that have made it out the hood, no cap
I took Westside, Compton with me 'round the world
And came back, straight facts, I stayed strapped
Wonder why I keep the curtains closed on the Maybach
Take that (Take that, take that, take that)
New Lambo truck came out, and I bought that bitch ASAP, know they hate that
I remember jumping fences, fucking bitches
Dumping clips, rolling blunts, trigger finger itching
Weed falling out the back, wooden trenches
Fell asleep on them project benches
I was young, hungry, dumb
Running Air Max 95s, popped the air bubble, get a new pair
Bandanna hanging, hella gang-banging
Helicopter got my niggas on the news, yeah
He got a stripe so we celebrating
Watching police chasers on the couch
Chopping up crack, getting hella faded
Made it to a QP from an ounce
Yeah, I weighed it out and gave it out
Yeah, we caved it out and sprayed it out
What, they staked us out and played the routes tough
Got raided out, we made it out
Time for a chaise tucked in my stash
I don't wear a belt, she stuck on my sag
Fifteen to Vegas, top off my rag
Straight outta Compton, I get to the bag
Yeah, we celebrating
Cherish every moment
Know your time is coming
Yeah, you gotta own it
Yeah, we celebrating
Cherish every moment
Just know your time is coming
Yeah, you gotta own it
Yeah, we celebrating
Cherish every moment
Just know your time is coming
Yeah, you gotta own it
Ugh
[Machine Gun Kelly:]
Ey, I had to write just for clarity
'Cause I don't feel nothing when my family die anymore, I don't cry anymore
Since 10 years old, that shit be scaring me
I rolled this weed up for therapy
Break down the chronic and douse it in kerosene
Talk to myself 'cause ain't nobody hearing me
Broke as fuck, this shit embarrassing
I had to get it myself, I ain't nobody's charity
And if I wasn't gonna be rapping, then bury me, this ain't no parody
Daughter on the way, I'm taking it seriously
Fuck
We ain't blowing bullet holes in the Cherokee
This ain't no conspiracy
I made it out, they hate me now, yeah
Puffin' trees to Puffy's house, yeah
I was just on auntie's couch, damn
Mitch's basement, bag of ounces there
Up the way, I'm in and out the spot
Loud pipes and bikes at 12 o'clock
Montclair, of course the block is hot
St. Clair, my thuggish, ruggish bones are far away from home
In Hollywood, like "Home Alone"
Macaulay Culkin, Rolling Stone
I shot the throne like Al Capone was on Patron
Machine guns live on and on
Yeah, we celebrating
Cherish every moment
Know your time is coming
Yeah, you gotta own it
Yeah, we celebrating
Cherish every moment
Just know your time is coming
Yeah, you gotta own it
Yeah, we celebrating
Cherish every moment
Just know your time is coming
Yeah, you gotta own it
Ugh
Yeah
Yeah, we celebrating
Cherish every moment
Know your time is coming
Yeah, you gotta own it
Yeah, we celebrating
Cherish every moment
Just know your time is coming
Yeah, you gotta own it
Yeah, we celebrating
Cherish every moment
Just know your time is coming
Yeah, you gotta own it
Ugh
[The Game:]
Celebrate my niggas that have made it out the hood, no cap
I took Westside, Compton with me 'round the world
And came back, straight facts, I stayed strapped
Wonder why I keep the curtains closed on the Maybach
Take that (Take that, take that, take that)
New Lambo truck came out, and I bought that bitch ASAP, know they hate that
I remember jumping fences, fucking bitches
Dumping clips, rolling blunts, trigger finger itching
Weed falling out the back, wooden trenches
Fell asleep on them project benches
I was young, hungry, dumb
Running Air Max 95s, popped the air bubble, get a new pair
Bandanna hanging, hella gang-banging
Helicopter got my niggas on the news, yeah
He got a stripe so we celebrating
Watching police chasers on the couch
Chopping up crack, getting hella faded
Made it to a QP from an ounce
Yeah, I weighed it out and gave it out
Yeah, we caved it out and sprayed it out
What, they staked us out and played the routes tough
Got raided out, we made it out
Time for a chaise tucked in my stash
I don't wear a belt, she stuck on my sag
Fifteen to Vegas, top off my rag
Straight outta Compton, I get to the bag
Yeah, we celebrating
Cherish every moment
Know your time is coming
Yeah, you gotta own it
Yeah, we celebrating
Cherish every moment
Just know your time is coming
Yeah, you gotta own it
Yeah, we celebrating
Cherish every moment
Just know your time is coming
Yeah, you gotta own it
Ugh
[Machine Gun Kelly:]
Ey, I had to write just for clarity
'Cause I don't feel nothing when my family die anymore, I don't cry anymore
Since 10 years old, that shit be scaring me
I rolled this weed up for therapy
Break down the chronic and douse it in kerosene
Talk to myself 'cause ain't nobody hearing me
Broke as fuck, this shit embarrassing
I had to get it myself, I ain't nobody's charity
And if I wasn't gonna be rapping, then bury me, this ain't no parody
Daughter on the way, I'm taking it seriously
Fuck
We ain't blowing bullet holes in the Cherokee
This ain't no conspiracy
I made it out, they hate me now, yeah
Puffin' trees to Puffy's house, yeah
I was just on auntie's couch, damn
Mitch's basement, bag of ounces there
Up the way, I'm in and out the spot
Loud pipes and bikes at 12 o'clock
Montclair, of course the block is hot
St. Clair, my thuggish, ruggish bones are far away from home
In Hollywood, like "Home Alone"
Macaulay Culkin, Rolling Stone
I shot the throne like Al Capone was on Patron
Machine guns live on and on
Yeah, we celebrating
Cherish every moment
Know your time is coming
Yeah, you gotta own it
Yeah, we celebrating
Cherish every moment
Just know your time is coming
Yeah, you gotta own it
Yeah, we celebrating
Cherish every moment
Just know your time is coming
Yeah, you gotta own it
Ugh
