The Game - People Die, Guns Don't

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{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

{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 shit 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 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)
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, 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

{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

Release Date: October 13, 2020

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Jayceon Terrell Taylor, better known by his stage name The Game, entered the world on November 29, 1979, in Compton, California, where the challenges of life greeted him early. Born to parents entangled in the Crip gang culture, the rough streets of Santana Blocc were his unforgiving playground. Jayceon's early years were an intricate dance of survival amidst domestic turmoil, substance abuse, and the haunting echoes of gang rivalries that claimed the lives of kin.

As the new millennium dawned, at 21, Jayceon found himself enmeshed in the life he was born into, dealing drugs as a Cedar Block Pirus member. Fate struck cruelly on the quiet night of October 1, 2001. A ring at the door turned into an ambush, a struggle, a gun firing – him shot multiple times and on the brink of death, echoing the fates of those he knew. Clinging to life, he called for help and succumbed to darkness for three days.

Jayceon emerged from unconsciousness with a gaze set on a new horizon. Bound to a convalescing reverie, hip-hop music videos from BET became his solace, his teachers. Inspired by the likes of Shyne and fueled by the legendary beats of Ice Cube and Nas, he embarked on a creative pilgrimage. Adopting the moniker 'Game' from his grandmother, he channeled his life's turbulence into his rhymes while still navigating the perilous drug trade.

A chance encounter with J.T. The Bigga Figga at the West Coast Hip-Hop Summit in 2002 laid the foundation for his journey into music. Within five months, Game was transmuting his visceral experiences into his debut project 'Untold Story,' stirring the underground scene.

It was Game's raw narrative that caught the ear of Dr. Dre’s Aftermath Entertainment. Recounting his first impression, drenched in the residue of drug-making, Game found himself amidst hip-hop royalty. Dr. Dre saw potential beyond the grime – a deal was struck, and Game's fate was now intertwined with legends.

The release of The Documentary in 2005 was a revival of West Coast hip-hop, breathing new life into the scene. Yet, with acclaim, came a tumultuous spat with 50 Cent and G-Unit, a feud echoing the notorious East-West rivalries of the '90s. Game's reaction was not with bullets but with bars, unleashing '300 Bars And Runnin',' spearheading the G-Unot campaign – a lyrical onslaught that signified his personal victory in the vendetta against his former allies.

His split with Aftermath/Interscope and Dr. Dre led to a solitary and troubling period, one flirted with self-destruction. However, relying solely on his inner resolve, Game produced 'Doctor’s Advocate,' hitting the zenith of the charts and triumphing as his proudest work.

Brushes with the law and moments of isolation in jail only fueled his creative fire, leading to powerful pieces like "My Life." Further works, including The R.E.D. Album, Jesus Piece, and The Documentary 2/2.5, underscored his evolution as an artist and his role as a standard-bearer for the California sound.

Game’s discography, culminating with 'Born 2 Rap' on his 40th birthday, stands as a testament to his resilience and artistic integrity. An illustrious figure in hip-hop, Game remains an unwavering voice for the West, gripping the pen of his own narrative, in a city where stories like his are often left untold.