[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 n***as, 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 n***a, you gon' be a star"
And he the same n***a 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 n***a, 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 n***as that ain't trustworthy n***as
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 n***a 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