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[Chorus] 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) [Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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) [Verse 2] 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 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 [Chorus] 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
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