Chords for Kendrick Lamar- m.A.A.d City (Good Kid m.A.A.d City)

If Pirates and Crips all got along, they'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seems like the whole city go against me, every time [Ab] I'm in the street I hear
YAK YAK YAK YAK
Man down, where you from, nigga?
Fuck we know, [Bb] where you from, my nigga?
Where your [A] grandma stay, huh, my nigga?
This is my [Ab] city, I run, my nigga
Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane
This is not a rap or I'm slinging crack or [C] moon cocaine
This is code a second, flimmy, coniac in [Am] major pain
Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain
[A] It was me, El Boogie, Yang Yang, YG, Lucky, ride down Rose Frenzy
Got ugly waving your hand out the window, check yourself
Warriors in Quote Dance, hope euphoria can slow dance with society
The driver [Db] seek the first one to get killed
Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out
At the same [A] breakfast stand where you sang out
Now this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it
[G] But ever since that day, I was looking at a difference
[Ab] That was back when I was nine, Joey packed a nine
Pack a stand on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime
Pack a van with four guns at a time, with a sliding door
Fuck it's up, fuck you shooting for if you ain't walking up
You fucking punk, picking up the fucking pump
Picking up you suck a sucker, this could die a sucker
Fuck the wall of bullets coming [C] from AKs, ARs, AR
Duck, [Am] that's what mama said when we was eating that free lunch
Aw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose
You killed my cousin back in [E] 94, fuck your truce
Now crawl [Ab] your head in that noose, you wind up dead on the news
Ain't no peace treaty, just peace and peace, you suck poop, reapprove
Bodies on top of bodies, IVs on top of IVs
Obviously they're covering up between the sheets like the Aussies
When you hop on that trotty, make sure your color's correct
Make sure your corporate don't dare be calling your mother collective
They [C] say the governor collect, all of our taxes [Am] accept
When we in traffic and tragic happens, that [A] shit ain't no threat
You moving backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a tech
Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess Mad City
Stand down, where you from, nigga?
Fuck do you know [Ab] where you from, my nigga?
Where your grandma stay, huh, [A] my nigga?
This is Mad City, I run, my nigga
If our rules exist, all got along
[Bb] They probably got me down by the end of [Ab] this song
Seems like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in the street, I hear
Ya, ya, [N] ya
_ [A] _ Wake your punk ass up
It ain't nothing but a cop that got you
Real simple and plain
I'ma teach you some [Bm] lessons about the streets
Street, street, street, street, [A] street
Fuck up, nigga
It ain't nothing but a cop that got you
How we do?
Fresh [Am] out of school, cause I was a high school grad
Sleeping in the living room with my mama's pad
Reality struck, I seen a white car crash
Hit the light bulb, two niggas hopped out on foot and died
My mom said I needed a job, thought I believed them
Security guard for a month and ended up leaving
In fact, I got fired cause I was inspired by all of my friends
The stage of robbery, the third Saturday I glided in
Projects, tow up, gang signs, get thrown up
Cocaine, laced and marijuana
And you wonder why I really smoke now
Imagine if your first blood had you foaming at the mouth
How straight, tweet it, the next week and we broke even
I made allegiance and made a promise to see you bleeding
You know [A] the reason for stealing, never know my life
[Am] It's trick, aka confidence, human sacrifice
Yeah, _ cocaine, weed
Niggas been mixing shit since the 80s, lo
_ Sharp sticks, buck nakeds
Dip, make a nigga flip
Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit
One time crooked and shit
Block a nigga in, Alondra
Rose, crash, bullets, it's capital
I'm still in the hood, yeah that's cool
The hood took me under so I follow the rules
But yeah that's like [F] me
I grew up in the hood where they [Am] banging niggas
That rep fellas is doing the same thing
Pass it to the league so I can smoke on me
A couple drop eyes in the hood lately
A couple of IPs with the fuckin' spray can
Shots in the [Gb] crowd then everybody [Am] ran
Hood been slayed, street life I pray
Shots at the enemy, hearts turn gray
Mount up, regulators in the whip
Down the boulevard with the pistol grip
Trip, we in the hood still
So low grab, strap, cause jizz so real
Deal with the outcome of scrapping the hand
And the burden, ten grand's where a motherfucker stay
If I told you I killed that nigga at sixteen
Would you believe me, or see me to be
Innocent Kendrick, you seen in the street
With a basketball and some now ladies to eat
If I'm asking all of my skeletons
Would you jump in the seat?
Would you say my intelligence now is great relief
And it's safe to say that our next generation
Maybe can sleep with dreams of being a lawyer, doctor
Instead of boy with a chopper
They hold the court as their hostage
Kill them all if they gossip
The children of the corn
They've been alizing the option of living a lie
Drive their body with toxins
Constantly drinking and drive
Get the powder then watch this flame
That arrive in his eye
Listen how with the gossip
It's aimed at the bang and the slide
How that bitch would deposit
The price on his head
The tides probably go to the projects, ah
Never saw the belly of the rough cop in the USA
[Gb] Made me an angel and he [Am] loved me like a_
You're a bitch
You're a bitch
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You're a bitch _ _ _
_ _ You're [N] a bitch
You're a bitch
_ You're a bitch
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You're [Bbm] a bitch
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