People Die, Guns Don’t The Game (Ft. mgk)

[Intro]
Yeah, let it ride
Yeah

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1: 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 95's, popped the air bubble, get a new pair
Bandana 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