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
[Verse 1] I used to be jealous of Arron Afflalo He was the one to follow He was the only leader for seeing 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 He 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
[Verse 2] 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