A music motion picture by Ryan Leslie
Executive Producers: Ryan Leslie & Brandon Jennings
NY Shoot Team: Magnus Johnsson and Martin Landgreve for Gaucho Films
SF Shoot Team: Suj (Director), Will Green (Cinematographer), Petr Jankular (Producer)
[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 views 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 MSG Bucks versus Knicks
Watch my homie B. Jennings drop 36
And that's a definition of, when pain meets love
Then it turns to gain, then you earn your name
Them girls come when you earn your fame
Get off me, I'm too hot, you can't burn a flame
And my teacher told me that my rap dreams were "niggerish"
I still pursued 'em even though it seemed ridiculous
The taste of success bittersweet like licorice
A flight with the wings of Icarus
And when I achieved, I returned with much satisfaction
To reply Michael Jackson was not Anglo-Saxon
So back to my "niggerish" dreams of riches
More money, more cars, more rings and b*tches
Yeah many believe in God but they ain't religious
I'm suspicious, I believe in them digits
I believe in them digits
[Hook]
So picture me above the sky
Shining brighter than sunlight
I'ma write our name in the stars
So everybody knows who we are
And I'ma 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 I'ma 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 it's a waste when this new money can't buy taste
Bought yourself some Versace, mispronounced it Vercese
It's my time, blow your mind like an ounce to the face
Yea I do believe in miracles, evidence so empirical
You could see the way I climbed up the ladder
Education -- Ivy League, I'm talkin' mind over matter
And so called innovators is always asking for favors
Then they take the credit to the fruits of your labor
But not me, I'm a beast, ask Jay Elec or Jeezy
Not many can say they play keys with Yeezy
Or they had a Cover Girl on her knees to please me
I can't leave the game, not yet, it still needs me
Uh, so let the Black Flag fly
My vision of ascending to heights that rap can't buy
Is fully realized when I open my eyes and stop dreaming
I'm stuntin' while you lames is scheming
Kiss the ring, I got the gifts of a king
[Hook]
Follow Me
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