The Black Flag Ryan Leslie

[Intro]
Your red lights
Ain’t 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 it’s cheap bucks versus Knicks
Watch my homie B Jennings, drop 36
And that’s 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, I’m too hot, you can’t 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 Anglo-Saxon
So back to my dreams of riches
More money, more balls, more rings ---
Hear me?
Yet many believe in God but they ain’t religious
I’m suspicious, I believe in them digits
I believe in them digits