Lyrics:

[Intro:]
Your red lights
Aint never slowing me down, oh no no
[Verse 1: Ryan Leslie]
Uh yea
My passion the reason for my existence
My success the product of my persistence
Self-made, I did it with no assistance
Luxury suite view through these Cartier lenses
Huh, and we started in the nose bleeds
Now my feet up on the wood in my own seats
Court-side and its cheap bucks versus Knicks
Watch my homie B Jennings, drop 36
And thats a definition of, when pain meets love
And it turns the game, and you earn your name
Then girl come, will you earn your fame?
Get off me, Im too hot, you cant burn a flame
And my teacher told me, got my rap dreams whooped
I still pursuit even though I seem ridiculous
The taste of success bittersweet like licorice
I fly with the wings of Icarus
And when I achieve, I could turn with much satisfaction
To reply Michael Jackson was not ignorant sexist
So back to my dreams of riches
More money, more balls, more rings
Hear me?
Yet many believe in God but they aint religious
Im suspicious, I believe in them digits
I believe in them digits
[Hook:]
So picture me above the sky
Shine a brighter day, sunlight
Imma find a name in the stars
So everybody knows who we are
And Imma be about, be about, be about, be about, be about, be about it
Before they even think about, think about, think about, think about, think about, think about it
Said Imma be about, be about, be about, be about, be about, be about it
Before they even think about, think about, think about, think about, think about, think about it
[Verse 2: Ryan Leslie]
Yea, let the black flag fly uh
Yea, and its a waste when this new money cant buy taste
Bought their selves some Versace, mispronounce it Vercese
Its my time, blow your mind like an ounce to the face
Yea I do believe in miracles, heaven is so empirical
You could see the way I climbed up the ladder
Education Ivy League, Im talkin mind over matter
And so called innovators is always asking for favors
Then they take the credit to the fruit of your labor
But not me, Im a beast, ask Jay Elec and Jeezy
Not many can say they play keys with Yeezy
Or they had a couple girl on their knees to please me
I cant leave the game, not yet, it still needs me
Uh, so let the black flag fly
My vision of ascending the heights that rap cant buy
Its fully realize when I open my eyes and stop dreaming
Im stuntin while you lames is scheming
Kiss the ring, I got the gifts of a king
[Hook:]
[Outro:]
Yea, let the black flag fly uh yea
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