Black Boy Fly Lyrics - Good Kid, Maad City - Kendrick Lamar

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 

Making my conscious ask me 

Would I survive to make it up out this hole in time? 

Black boy fly 

Black boy fly 

Black-black boy fly 

Black boy fly 

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I used to be jealous of Arron Afflalo 

I used to be jealous of Arron 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 a dream become a reality 

Actually making it possible to swim 

His way out of Compton with further more 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 find us 

The art of us ditching classes heading 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 

Dug inside of his book bag and Coach Palmer asked for his finals 

He had his back like a spinal meanwhile 

We singing the same old song spinning the vinyl 

11 graders gone wrong 

He focused on the NBA we focused on some Patron 

Now watch that black boy fly 

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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 jealous of Jayceon 

I used to 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 

War's the case and just in case you wasn't alarmed 

The city had fought with firearms and many had died before dawn 

Its 2004 and I'm hearing the people roar 

For the name of The Game they line in front of the store 

Swap meets selling our 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 

Chillin my conscience next to a villain 

Compton made you believe success wasn't real 

Be honest, none of us knew of a record deal 

So as I peel through these lottery tickets 

I see a Harley Davidson truck visit the same plaza we shopped 

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 mama 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 

A Boy touring the country with money from mic recording 

The only way out the ghetto, you know the stereotype 

Shooting hoops or live on the stereo like top 40 

And shortly, I got discouraged 

Like every time I walked to the corner had them guns bursting 

Nigga, I was rehearsing in repetition the phrase 

Only one in a million will ever see better days 

Especially when the crime waves was bigger than tsunamis 

Break your boogie boards to pieces you just a typical homy 

All these niggas facetious and they all standing beside me 

They all will buy me a chopper if any one of you try me 

What am I to do when every neighborhood is an obstacle 

When 2 niggas making it out had never sounded logical 

3 niggas making it out, that's mission impossible 

So I never believed the type of performance that I could do 

I wasn't jealous cuz 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