Black Boy Fly
Some saying "What up what up. Nigga you made it."Some saying "What up what up. Nigga you made it."Some saying "What up what up. Nigga you made it."So I'm saying "What up what up. Nigga I hate it."So I'm saying "What up what up. Nigga I hate it."Frustrated and I'm riding down the back streetsMaking my conscience ask me"Would I survive to make it up out this hole in time?"Black boy flyBlack boy flyBlack-black boy flyBlack boy fly
I used to be jealous of Arron AfflaloI used to be jealous of Arron AfflaloHe was the one to followHe was the only leader foreseeing brighter tomorrowsHe would live in the gymWe was living in sorrowTotal envy of himHe made a dream become a realityActually making it possible to swimHis way up outta Compton with further more to accomplishGraduate with honors, a sponsor of basketball scholarsIt's 2004 and I'm watching him score 30Remember vividly how them victory points had hurt meCause every basket was a reaction or a reminderThat we was just moving backwardsThe bungalow where you find usThe art of us ditching classes heading nowhere fastStick my head inside the study hall, he focused on mathDetermination ambition, plus dedication and wisdomQualities he was given was the shit we didn't haveDug inside of his book bag and Coach Palmer asked for his finalsHe had his back like a spinal meanwhileWe singing the same old song spinning the vinyl11 graders gone wrongHe focused on the NBA we focused on some PatronNow watch that black boy fly
[Hook]Black boy flyWatch that black boy flyBlack boy flyWatch that black boy flyBlack boy flyWatch that black boy flyBlack boy...
I used to be jealous of JayceonI used to be jealous of Jayceon Taylor when I was youngTaylor made a career out of music from writing songsA Buick had driven past bumping him when I mowed the lawnMoney laundering hustling, homies pondering up againstSchemes to make a million even if doing you harmWar's the case and just in case you wasn't alarmedThe city had fought with firearms and many had died before dawnIts 2004 and I'm hearing the people roarFor the name of The Game they line in front of the storeSwap meets selling our mixtapes I'm like oh shit, waitDon't wanna be another nigga stuck regretting mistakesMixed feelings was my opinion I was defending my insecuritiesChillin my conscience next to a villainCompton made you believe success wasn't realBe honest, none of us knew of a record dealSo as I peel through these lottery ticketsI see a Harley Davidson truck visit the same plaza we shoppedA tall nigga hopped out with Jordans and a white tank topHe was top of the rap game, we was the top of the blockSo watch that black boy fly
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My mama didn't raise me up to be jealous-heartedLike most of the winners call itRegardless of where you stay, hold your head and continue marchingThat's what she said but in my head I wanted to be like JordanAward touring the country with money from mic recordingThe only way out the ghetto, you know the stereotypeShooting hoops or live on the stereo like top 40And shortly, I got discouragedLike every time I walked to the corner had them guns burstingNigga, I was rehearsing in repetition the phraseThat only one in a million will ever see better daysEspecially when the crime waves was bigger than tsunamisBreak your boogie boards to pieces you just a typical homyAll these niggas facetious and they all standing beside meThey all'll buy me a chopper if any one of you try meWhat am I to do when every neighborhood is an obstacleWhen 2 niggas making it out had never sounded logical3 niggas making it out, that's mission impossibleSo I never believed the type of performance that I could doI wasn't jealous cause of the talents they gotI was terrified they'd be the last black boys to fly...Out of Compton
Thank God...Black boy fly, watch that black boy fly