Letras
So I'm saying what up, what up, nigga you made it
So I'm saying what up, what up, nigga you made it
So I'm 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 streets
Thinking my conscience asks me
Will I survive to make it up out this hole in time?
Black boy fly
Black boy fly, black, black boy fly, black boy fly
I used to be jealous of Aaron Afflalo
I used to be jealous of Aaron Afflalo
He was the one to follow
He was the only leader foreseeing brighter tomorrows
He would live in the gym, we was living in sorrow
Total envy of him
He made his dream become a reality
Actually making it possible to swim
His way up out of Compton with furthermore to accomplish
Graduate with honors, a sponsor of basketball scholars
It's 2004 and I'm watching him score 30
Remember vividly how them victory points had hurt me
'Cause every basket was a reaction or a reminder
That we was just moving backwards, the bungalow where you'd find us
The art of us ditching classes, headed nowhere fast
Stick my head inside the study hall, he focused on math
Determination, ambition plus dedication and wisdom
Qualities he was given was the shit we didn't have
Duck inside of his bookbag
And Coach Palmer asked for his finals, he had his back like a spinal
Meanwhile we singing the same old songs, spinning the vinyl
Eleventh graders gone wrong
He focused on the NBA, we focused on some Patron
Now watch that black boy fly
Black boy fly, watch that black boy fly
Black boy fly, watch that black boy fly
Black boy fly, watch that black boy fly
Black boy
I used to be jealous of Jayceon
I used to be jealous of Jayceon Taylor when I was young
Taylor made a career out of music from writing songs
A Buick had driven past, bumping him when I mowed the lawn
Money laundering, hustling, homies pondering up against
Schemes to make a million even if doing you harm
Was the case and just in case you wasn't alarmed
The city had fought with firearms and many had died before dawn
It's 2004 and I'm hearing the people roar
For The Name of the Game, they line in front of the store
Swap meets, selling out mixtapes, I'm like, "Oh shit, wait"
Don't wanna be another nigga stuck regretting mistakes
Mixed feelings was my opinion
I was defending my insecurities
Chilling, my conscience next to a villain
Compton made you believe success wasn't real
Be honest, none of us moved for record deals
So as I peel through these lottery tickets
I see a Harley Davidson truck visit the same plaza we shop
A tall nigga hopped out with Jordans and a white tank top
He was top of the rap game, we was the top of the block
So watch that black boy fly
Black boy fly, watch that black boy fly
Black boy fly, watch that black boy fly
Black boy fly, watch that black boy fly
Black boy
My momma didn't raise me up to be jealous hearted
Like most of the winners, call it
Regardless of where you stay, hold your head and continue marching
That's what she said, but in my head I wanted to be like Jordan
Award touring the country with money from mic recording
The only way out the ghetto, you know the stereotype
Shooting hoops and live on the stereo like top 40
And surely I got discouraged
Like every time I walked to the corner and them guns bursting
Nigga I was rehearsing in repetition the phrase
That only one in a million will ever see better days
Especially when the crime waves was bigger than tsunami
Break your boogie boards to pieces, you just a typical homi
All these niggas facetious and they all standing beside me
They all'll buy me a chopper if any one of you try me
What am I to do? When every neighborhood is an obstacle
And two niggas making it out had never sounded logical
Three niggas making it out, that's Mission: Impossible
So I never believed the type of performance that I can do
I wasn't jealous 'cause of the talents they got
I was terrified they'll be the last black boys to fly
Out of Compton
Thank God
Black boy fly, watch that black boy fly