conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called ​m.A.A.d city with the following description: “m.A.A.d” is an acronym for both “my Angels on Angel dust” and “my Angry Adolescence divided.”
  “m.A.A.d” is also a reference to the 90s Compton based hip-hop group “WC and the Maad Circle.” The leader, WC, would go on to form Westside Connection, a group heavily associated with LA-based artists Ice Cube from N.W.A, and Mack 10.
  Kendrick’s recent beat-down brings back early memories of similar situations, witnessing someone with their brains blown out at a burger stand back when he was 9 (probably referring to his Uncle Tony, or someone in a similar situation), he thinks he knows the person who did it but he censors their name. He also talks about how his cousin was killed back in ‘94.
  He talks about his father telling him to get a job but he’s fired after his friends pressure him into staging a robbery. He gives his reason for why he doesn’t smoke when he tells a story of smoking marijuana laced with cocaine and “foaming at the mouth.”
  In the final verse he tries to let the good shine through and offer respite for the youth and how they don’t have to succumb to the temptations and pressures of the street. He hopes that his experience and intelligence can do good for the youth living in similar situations. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Part I: Produced by Sounwave]
  [Refrain: Kendrick Lamar & 
  ScHoolboy Q
  ]
  If Pirus and Crips all got along
  They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
  Seem like the whole city go against me
  Every time I'm in the street, I hear—
  Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!
  [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
  Man down, where you from, nigga?
  Fuck who you know—where you from, my nigga?
  Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?
  This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga
  [Verse: Kendrick Lamar]
  Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane
  This is not a rap on how I'm slingin' crack or move cocaine
  This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain
  Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighin' on your brain
  It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans
  It got ugly, wavin' yo' hand out the window — check yourself
  Uh, Warriors and Conans,
   
  hope euphoria can slow dance
  With society,
   
  the driver seat the first one to get killed
  Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out
  At the same burger stand where **** hang out
  Now this is not a tape recorder sayin' that he did it
  But ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different
  That was back when I was nine, Joey packed the nine
  Pakistan on every porch is fine,
   
  we adapt to crime
  Pack a van with four guns at a time
  With the sliding door, fuck is up?
  Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin' up, you fuckin' punk?
  Pickin' up the fuckin' pump, pickin' off you suckers
  Suck a dick or die or sucker punch
  A wall of bullets comin' from AK's, AR's,
   
  "Ayy, y'all—duck"
  That's what mama said when we was eatin' that free lunch
  Aw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose
  You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce
  Now crawl your head in that noose
  You wind up dead on the news
  Ain't no peace treaty, just piecin' BGs up to pre-approve
  Bodies on top of bodies, IVs on top of IVs
  Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys
  When you hop on that trolley, make sure your color's correct
  Make sure you're corporate or they'll be callin' your mother collect
  They say the governor collect all of our taxes, except
  When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat
  You movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC
  Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess
  ​m.A.A.d. city [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
  Man down, where you from, nigga?
  Fuck who you know—where you from, my nigga?
  Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?
  This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga
  [Refrain: Kendrick Lamar & 
  ScHoolboy Q
  ]
  If Pirus and Crips all got along
  They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
  Seem like the whole city go against me
  Every time I'm in the street, I hear—
  Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!—
  [Part II: Produced by Terrace Martin]
  [Intro: MC Eiht]
  Wake yo' punk-ass up
  It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang
  G-yeah, real simple and plain
  Let me teach you some lessons about the street
  (Smoke somethin', nigga)
  Hood ('Sup, cuz?)
  It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang
  G-yeah, how we do
  [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
  Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad'
  Sleepin' in the living room of my mama's pad
  Reality struck, I seen the white car crash
  Hit the light pole, two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed
   (
  Watch out, cuz
  )
  My pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him
  Security guard for a month and ended up leavin'
  In fact, I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends
  To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in
  Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up
   (
  Sup?
  )
  Cocaine laced in marijuana
  And they wonder why I rarely smoke now
  Imagine if your first blunt had you foamin' at the mouth
  I was straight tweakin',
   
  the next weekend we broke even
  I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleedin'
  You know the reasons
   
  but still'll never know my life
  Kendrick a.k.a. "Compton's Human Sacrifice" [Interlude: MC Eiht]
  G-yeah, cocaine, weed
  Niggas been mixin' shit since the '80s, loc
  Sherm sticks,
   
  butt-nakeds
  Dip, make a nigga flip
  Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit
  One time's crooked and shit
  Block a nigga in
  Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton
  [Verse 2: MC Eiht]
  I'm still in the hood, loc, yeah, that's cool
  Shit, the hood took me under, so I follow the rules
  But, yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang
  And niggas that rep colors is doin' the same thang
  Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me
  A couple drive-bys in the hood lately, yeah
  Couple of IV's with the fuckin' spray-can
  Shots in the crowd, then everybody ran
  Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave
  Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave
  Mount up, regulators in the whip
  Down the boulevard with the pistol grip, yeah
  Trip, we in the hood still
  So, loc, grab a strap 'cause, yeah, it's so real, yeah
  Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand
  And a bird and ten grand's where a mothafucka stand [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
  If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen, would you believe me?
  Perceive me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street
  With a basketball
   
  and some Now and Laters to eat?
  If I mentioned 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 bein' a lawyer or doctor
  Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul-de-sac hostage
  Kill 'em all if they gossip
  The Children of the Corn,
   
  they vandalizin' the option
  Of livin' a lie, drown their body with toxins
  Constantly drinkin' and drive
  Hit the powder, then watch this flame that arrive in his eye
  Listen, coward, the concept is aim and then bang it and slide
  Out that bitch with deposit, a price on his head, the tithes
  Probably go to the projects
  I live inside the belly of the rough, Compton, USA
  Made me an Angel on Angel Dust, what?
  [Scratches]
  ​m.A.A.d city
  Compton
  [Outro]
  Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn
  You ain't the one that got fucked up
  What you holdin' it for?
  Niggas always actin' 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