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conversations.value: Write me a song called Black Boy Fly with the following description: The second bonus track off of Kendrick Lamar’s major-label debut album Good Kid, m.A.A.d city. It focuses on Kendrick seeing people from his neighborhood rise up and achieve greatness.
  Interestingly, the subject of this song seems to form the basis of the thesis for his next album, the masterpiece To Pimp A Butterfly, the idea of looking back on Compton having left. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Produced by Rahki & Dawaun Parker]
  [Intro: 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 them 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
  [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
  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 outta 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 [Chorus: Anna Wise]
  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
  [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
  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 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 [Chorus: Anna Wise]
  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
  [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
  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 shortly, I got discouraged
  Like every time I walked to the corner, had them guns bursting
  Nigga, 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 tsunamis
  Break your boogie boards to pieces,
   you just a typical homie
  All these niggas facetious and they all standing beside me
  They all'll buy me a chopper if any one of you try me
  What am I to do when every neighborhood is an obstacle?
  When two niggas making it out had never sounded logical?
  Three niggas making it out? That's mission impossible
  So I never believed the type of performance that I could do
  I wasn't jealous cause of the talents they got
  I was terrified they'd be the last black boys to fly out of Compton
  Thank God
  (Black boy fly, watch that black boy fly)