"Brasi The Eagle" lyrics
"Brasi The Eagle"
Brasi the eagle
Fly for no reason
Brasi the eagle
Out of the region, don't try to reach me
Nose was bleedin', top of the bleachers
They ain't believe it, made 'em believe it
Courtside seated, overachievin'
Bread Winner season, sold-out arenas
Brasi the eagle, fly for no reason
Out of the region, don't try to reach me
Now we in airplane mode, no DNDin'
No negativity, I cannot see it
Straight up, why are you so concerned that I'm here?
Ignorin' all phone calls (No negativity, I cannot see it)
Straight up, why are you so concerned that I'm here?
Ignorin' all phone calls (No negativity, I cannot see it)
Upgraded my life, on a whole 'nother level
Got some new ice, this a whole 'nother bezel
Exotic car drivin', I'm pressin' the pedal
Been in my presence, you know that I'm pressure
Two people complainin', ignore 'em, whatever
Bottom fell out and I held it together
They doubted me, I got they weather together
I'm proud of me, I'm doin' better than ever
Overseas visitin', business trip winnin'
I'm big manifestin', consecutive blessings
Don't seek my opinion, make your own suggestions
I'm trustin' myself, it ain't no second guessin'
Believe in myself, it ain't nothin' to question
This feeling I feel I admit is refreshing
The front cover GQ, I'm magazine-ready
I'm at Met Gala, step out, they tell me I'm sexy
Nose was bleedin', top of the bleachers
They ain't believe it, made 'em believe it
Courtside seated, overachievin'
Bread Winner season, sold-out arenas
Brasi the eagle, fly for no reason
Out of the region, don't try to reach me
Now we in airplane mode, no DNDin'
No negativity, I cannot see it
Straight up, why are you so concerned that I'm here?
Ignorin' all phone calls (No negativity, I cannot see it)
Straight up, why are you so concerned that I'm here?
Ignorin' all phone calls (No negativity, I cannot see it)
Praise the almighty God, he put Cartier frames on me (Allahu akbar)
Block all the hatred when they throwin' shade on me
Stayed down, I came up, I'm havin' my way on 'em
Chances make champions, eat or you stay hungry
Me and John, Richard Milles, went to Emirates, blew a bag
2-0-2-4, Cullinan, matchin' pair
Cuban links, emerald cut, lot of cash, havin' that
992 Porsche, Turbo S, drivin' fast
Big dog, Clearport, arrive and I'm flyin' back
I ain't pack a bag, I get fly when a nigga land
Super-bad bitch, gotta translate what she sayin'
If you ain't from Morocco, it be difficult to understand
I just spent another half a ticket on my other hand
One-point-five-billion-dollar deal, finna have
Married to the hustle, ain't no slowin' down, hit the gas
Expensive, bring my own strand, roll it up, hit the gas
Nose was bleedin', top of the bleachers
They ain't believe it, made 'em believe it
Courtside seated, overachievin'
Bread Winner season, sold-out arenas
Brasi the eagle, fly for no reason
Out of the region, don't try to reach me
Now we in airplane mode, no DNDin'
No negativity, I cannot see it
Straight up, why are you so concerned that I'm here?
Ignorin' all phone calls (No negativity, I cannot see it)
Straight up, why are you so concerned that I'm here?
Ignorin' all phone calls (No negativity, I cannot see it)
Allahu akbar
Thanks to FLEeden for adding these lyrics.
Writer(s): Kevin Gilyard, Anthony Petit, Arjun, Rob Thomas, Macromadeit
- AZLyrics
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- Kevin Gates Lyrics
mixtape:
"I'm Him 2" (2025)
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