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letra de people die, guns don't - the game

[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 n-ggas 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 b-tch asap, know they hate that
i remember jumping fences, f-cking b-tches
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, h-lla gang banging
helicopter got my n-ggas on the news, yeah
he got a stripe so we celebrating
watching police chasers on the couch
chopping up crack, getting h-lla 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
[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 2: 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 sh-t be scaring me
i wrote this weed up for therapy
break down the chronic and douse it in kerosene
talk to myself cause ain’t n0body hearing me
broke as f-ck, this sh-t embarrassing
i had to get it myself, i ain’t n0body’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 (f-ck)
wind 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, d-mn
mitch’s bas-m-nt, 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
[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

- the game

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