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Uh, cruisin' 'round the city, peer pressure under my skin, my skin, my skin, uh

Father God, watch over me and my friends, my friends, my friends, uh

It's a storm comin', ain't talkin' thunder and lightning, lightning, lightning, yeah

Father God, watch over me and my friends, my friends, my friends (Yeah)

It's the ninth grade, really just me and my dog

Ride with him, die 'bout him, in trouble, it's me he gon' call

Posted up in hallways on the hoes with my feet on the wall

Even if I skip class today, I'ma see him tomorrow

And I'll admit it now, he was a way better rapper than me

He knew exactly how to put the life he livin' on the beats

He told me not to worry 'bout them ****, just be who you are

Secretly teaching me how to rap

And showin' me some artist from Compton who he say got the same story as me, his name Kendrick Lamar

He told me, "You study this ****, you gon' be a star"

And he the same **** put me onto Jigga

And same time I'm at the house with this lil' giddy-up I'm pushin', I looked up to him

Anything he say, yeah, I'ma do

I'm watchin' how he get his raps off, I'm watchin' his every move

So if he say he got a play, then best believe I'm ridin' too

That's my dog, that's my ****, got his back and he got mine too

Uh, cruisin' 'round the city, peer pressure under my skin, my skin, my skin, uh

Father God, watch over me and my friends, my friends, my friends, uh

It's a storm comin', ain't talkin' thunder and lightning, lightning, lightning, yeah

Father God, watch over me and my friends, my friends, my friends (Yeah)

It's the tenth grade, yeah, I'm with the shit, don't you ask for me

Me and my mans, I blast for him and he gon' blast for me

Walkin' into school, we reppin' Good Kid, M.A.A.D City

And if you sayin' we wasn't next up, then it was blasphemy

'Round this time, I'm savin' my mama life every day

Comin' home to diabetic seizures, too much on my plate

I get her good, make sure she eat, and then she back to sleep by eight

So I was out the house tryna see what's up now with the plays

My dog, he 'bout to have a daughter, but it seem like he ain't trippin'

Told him once somebody hear the way we rap, we gon' make millions

End up movin' in with auntie 'cause we couldn't make the rent

Movin' 'round and movin' 'round, my mama conflicted within

He tellin' me about this lick we 'bout to hit, we finna come up

End up movin' out the city, I ain't come back 'til the summer

See the lick he hit went bad, he end up goin' with some **** that ain't trustworthy ****

Now my dog was facin' numbers

And I'm sick 'bout it, who gon' raise his daugter? Who gon' drop his songs?

Used to see my partner every day, now my **** gone

Same day I moved, my dog's life changed forever

Maybe God got me for real, 'cause we was 'posed to be together, damn

Cruisin' 'round the city, peer pressure under my skin, my skin, my skin, uh

Father God, watch over me and my friends, my friends, my friends, uh

It's a storm comin', ain't talkin' thunder and lightning, lightning, lightning, yeah

Father God, watch over me and my friends, my friends, my friends