Black Boy Fly - Bonus Track

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

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 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
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