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