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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
Lifе he livin' on the beats
Hе told me not to worry 'bout them niggas
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 nigga
You gon' be a star"
And he the same nigga 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 nigga
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
MAAD 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
Niggas that ain't trustworthy niggas
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 nigga 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
WRITERS
ANYA LOUISE JONES, GUY LANGLEY
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Spirit Music Group
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