Kendrick Lamar – Black Boy Fly Lyrics

Black Boy Fly

Kendrick Lamar

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"Black Boy Fly." - Kendrick Lamar

Friday, 23 October 2026, 12:55 pm

Album: good kid, m.A.A.d city (Deluxe)

Track No: 14

So I'm saying, what up? What up? ****, you made it
So I'm saying, what up? What up? ****, you made it
So I'm saying, what up? What up? ****, you made it
So I'm saying, what up? What up? ****, I hate it
So I'm saying, what up? What up? ****, I hate it
Frustrated and I'm riding down the back streets
Making my conscience ask 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 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 his dream become a reality
Actually making it possible to swim
His way up 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 thirty
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
Eleven 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
War's 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 our mixtapes, I'm like, "Oh shit, wait"
Don't wanna be another **** 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 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 **** 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
Award 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 surely, I got discouraged
Like every time I walked to the corner, had them guns bursting
****, 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 homie
All these **** 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 two **** making it out had never sounded logical
Three **** 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

Writer(s): Kendrick Lamar, C. Smith & D. Parker.

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