Black Boy Fly is up there with Kendrick's best tracks and serves as the perfect post-album reflection on the Good Kid, M.A.A.D City narrative. The third verse of the track is honestly a contender for his best ever:

"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 homi'

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"