Good Kid, m.A.A.d City

m.A.A.d City

Chapter 8

M.A.A.D City

(A Trip Down Memory Lane)

Brace yourselves ill take you on a trip Down memory lane , this is not a rap on how he slanging crack or move cocaine this is cul de sac & plenty Cognac and major pain

Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighin' on your brain

It was Kdot, L Boogs, and Yan Yan, YG, Lucky ride down Rosecrans Itd Get ugly, waving your hand out the window So Check Yo Self.

Part 2(Lessons About The Streets)

I'mma teach you some lessons about the street It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang Kendrick Was Fresh outta school cause He was a high school grad Sleeping in the living room on his momma's pad

Kendrick Realized He Was Living in A Maad City When Reality struck: He seen the white car crash (presumably stolen / from a police car chase since that shit happens in L.A. on the regular) and the guys inside hoofed it.

Hit the light pole two nigga's | hopped out on foot and dashed.

kens Pops said He needed a job He thought He believed him

Security guard for a month and ended up leaving In fact He got fired because He was inspired by all of his friends To stage a robbery the third Saturday He clocked in Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up Cocaine laced in marijuana And they wonder why He rarely smoke now Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth (Back in Art Of Peer Pressure he Hit The (Shenanigans/Crack ) He was straight tweaking the next weekend they broke even

He made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding

You know the reasons but still won't ever know his life

Kendrick AKA Compton's human sacrifice.

Part 3

If He told you he killed a nigga at 16, would you believe him?

Or see him to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street

With a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat If he mentioned all of his skeletons, would you jump in the seat? Would you say his intelligence now is great relief?

And it's safe to say that this generation maybe can sleep

With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul-de-sac hostage Kill them all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn They vandalizing, the option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins

Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame

That arrive in his eye; this a coward, the concept is aim and

They bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits And the price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects I live inside the belly of the rough Compton, U.S.A. made Him an Angel on Angel Dust. (meaning of M.A.A.D)

Nigga pass Dot the bottle, damn! You ain't the one that got fucked up, what you holding it for? Niggas always acting unsensitive and shit.

(Nigga, that ain't no word.)

Nigga, Shut up! Hey, Dot, you good my nigga? Don't even trip, just lay back and drink that."