Eagles Fly High Lyrics

I don't get trophies for being real, I just get scars

If I don't say it with these bars, then these thoughts lost

Real life, Money convos and deep talks Only things I'm allowing in my deep thoughts

8.30am, I'm on 417 I get a call, I can't believe my pops in an accident

So I pull up to the scene, Florida Trooper in my way

And I treat him like a lineman, so I push him to my cleats

And I take off running, so I'm the last thing he sees

Tackled by three officers, I'm kneeling to my knees

I get a feeling of defeat Tears flooding, I can't even see

They telling me it's over, nigga, I can hardly breathe

Now he R.I.P., but will he rest in peace? I'm so mad at the world, nigga, I can't even think

Got my little sister, my nephew, and my mama Now they lean on me, but who am I gonna lean on?

All I got is cash and beats Dealing with everyone, my pops left behind

Now I'm the crutch they need Real king of Kissimmee, mayor of Southchase

How can I go fill his shoes? How can I compete

Still things he could've taught me, but all I am is me

People keep testing me, but I'm trying to keep it P

Player, proper and professional, not take shit to the streets

I know how I can be My pops loved when I was with the hoes

Drowning in hoasis, I've grown so much from basic

Eagles fly higher than the other birds, don't lose hope

Only do what you can, control what you control

Make every day count, take care of business and your people

Never let them see you down, show a smile, now they see hope

Eagles fly higher than the other birds, don't lose hope

Only do what you can, control what you control

Make every day count, take care of business and your people

Never let them see you down, show a smile, now they see hope

I don't get trophies for being real, I just get scars

If I don't say it with these bars, then these thoughts lost

Real life, money convos and deep talks

Only things I'm allowing in my deep thoughts

Outsiders looking in like, what the fuck, you know about it?

Lawsuits coming in, but I don't even owe nobody

Contracts keep coming in, I know my pops is happy 'bout it

Pops gone, Abuelo gone, why do I keep losing guidance?

But I still got my people here, I can't fall off, I gotta guide them

I could only talk to beats, I keep my life so private

Like lasagna, word to Wayne, real G's move in silence

DeFyah recording me, he won't let me be on beats and lying

My pops used to see me fail and always told me, boy, get up, keep trying

Stand tall with your head up, you gon' be a titan

You my son and you can't fail me, so just keep providing