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Black Boy Fly (Bonus Track)

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So I'm saying what up, what up, nigga you made 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

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

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

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

Black boy fly, watch that black boy fly

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Black Boy Fly (Bonus Track)

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