[Intro: Stogie T]

Okay

Mxm, yo, pass the cutter right quick

Shane Eagle, what up?

Yeah, look

[Verse 1: Stogie T]

If the time arises long enough, it's more for us

We are real estate, the long shot versus the shorter bust

The lost leader, the lead is to approach risk with a longer thrust

You don't just salary a lifetime of mastery

The master key divulges the masterpiece

The gallery is atrophied

Passive kits, transfixed to the pagеantry

You won't rattle me, the crown is my mantеlpiece

The price gotta add a fee for what you done to Mahlathin'

Fuck y'all mean, underground king? Side-eye meme

I want dinero, that's the wise guy theme, right?

Cognac and cigarettes

Don't dance, just ingest

The code, the rap vignettes, slow clap for genius

I'm with the Eagle, still sharp as steel, yes

The litmus is vets, dog walking lil' pets

All barking, tree stem ain't lost your milk teeth yet

Bram stroker the sick pen, 'til the ink set

Not a beat of sweat, I wrote this doing gym reps

Skip legs and still run circles 'round you bitches

Listen, I'm from the pro black index, with bourgeois interest

Cognac and cigarettes, Stoge

[Verse 2: Shane Eagle]

To God be the glory

The crib need five stories

You gon' need the elevator just to holla at me

And you still can't holla at me

Unless you talking about dead presidents

Gated residence

Support that pussy, probably guess I'm a feminist (Up high)

And I'm finna see my true potential while I'm alive

The garage that we used to trap in should have a mural outside

'Cause I'm a unproblematic genius

Fear God, I'm still obedient

These verses are like scriptures, I know God will put my CD in

And never eject

Easy to detect, fakeness

I'm saving souls, don't worry about my lateness

Used to hustle just to get some Michael Jordan sneakers

Fast forward, now the king of boom bap's back through your speakers

Rappers are all actors

I don't mean to be dramatic

But if Jozi's like New York, then this is my Eagle-matic

Something like a friendly classic, like when you playin' FIFA

But this is not a game to me, man, this is somethin' deeper

I know she loves me, she asked if I'd ever leave her

In the back of my head, she don't know I think she a keeper

Somethin' that your team ain't got, that's why I keep scorin'

She asked me how's business, I said the Eagle's soarin'

Navigate the field like I'm Luka Modric

But all I see is triple sevens like I'm Luka Doncic, uh

Third world country but the world know

You could never compare an Eagle to a scarecrow, uh

Ballin' like the black top, they can't stop me

And my girl the only one who could top me

[Chorus: Shane Eagle]

Give praises to the Most High, think He want me to shine (Want me to shine)

And I'm feeling like the world is mine (Mine)

The world is mine

[Verse 3: Shane Eagle]

Like track one of Lupe, this the samurai

Return of the Jedi, seen it from my eagle eye

I need a girl who like the same art as me

So we can compliment each other on our artistry

I told them, "You can't keep a good man down"

Fuck the fame, give me my respect, nigga, pass me my crown

Real shit, these niggas ain't spitters, they journalists

Do you know how selfless you have to be to make a masterpiece?

That ain't an album, that's a playlist

Can't compete with me

Can't speak to me

These flows are on Jeff Koons balloons

I'm a million miles ahead, I set the bar up on the moon

Pop my old school bands, listening to Miles Davis

Label heads are drifting, aim is still sharp as steel, yes

The desert eagle is stainless, pow, leave your favorites brainless, uh

Now check the suit, the stain's missin'

I clean up nice, nigga, you could go and ask your missus

I triple the digits, I'm back to the business

These niggas are timid like God is my witness

I come with the pivot

The windows are tinted, but they know the Eagle is in it, huh

Smellin' like cherry wine while she top me off

God is my chauffeur and the top is where He drop me off, Eagle