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So I'm saying "What up what up. N*gga you made it."So I'm saying "What up what up. N*gga you made it."So I'm saying "What up what up. N*gga you made it."So I'm saying "What up what up. N*gga I hate it."So I'm saying "What up what up. N*gga I hate it."Frustrated and I'm riding down the back streetsMaking my conscious ask me"Would I survive to make it up out this hole in time?"Black boy flyBlack boy flyBlack-black boy flyBlack boy flyI 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 out of 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 meSongtexteCause 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 sh*t 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 flyBlack boy flyWatch that black boy flyBlack boy flyWatch that black boy flyBlack boy flyWatch that black boy flyBlack boy...I used to jealous of JayceonI used to 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 dawnIt's 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 sh*t, waitDon't wanna be another n*gga 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 n*gga 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 flyBlack boy flyWatch that black boy flyBlack boy flyWatch that black boy flyBlack boy flyWatch that black boy flyBlack boy...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 burstingN*gga, 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 n*ggas facetious and they all standing beside meThey all will buy me a chopper if any one of you try meWhat am I to do when every neighborhood is an obstacleWhen 2 n*ggas making it out had never sounded logical3 n*ggas 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'll be the last black boys to fly...Out of ComptonThank God...Black boy fly, watch that black boy fly Aus Songtexte Mania