Cognac & Cigarettes

[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 pageantry
You won't rattle me, the crown is my mantelpiece
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