Butta Verses - INTL [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse One]:
This is how it's going down
Like landing gear when I'm headed out of town
Yeah
My crew holds the fort, literally
I give 'em moral support, they ain't forgettin' me
You steppin' the game up, you hold the hand rail
We entertainers, you thought it was fan mail
I'm the high rank guy they all thank
I'm the shit to be quite frank, bring in the strings
Yeah, that sounds flier
Fuck the local club with they proper attire
We the ones who gon' come through
Guest lists, guess who
Guest lists, you askin' if I'm on motherfucker
I ain't local, yo I'm on motherfucker
Put the vocals on the track and they love me long time
Me and Strike ran it down the line
Now this is how we run it down the line

[Hook]:
I'm I.N.T.L., travel the world
Stay in planes, trains, automobiles and hotels
I'm I.N.T.L., Scotland, Estonia
Ireland, Germany, Croatia, I go ta
I.N.T.L., Switzerland, Austria, The Netherlands, Belgium
With merch to sell them
I.N.T.L. travel the world
World, world, world, world, world

[Verse Two]:
Touchdown
Customs, fuck them
Why they always fuckin' with me, huh?
Huh?
I know it's all because of my complexion
Thinkin' I'm Al to the K to the D, uh
No
Not me brah
I ain't smugglin' nothin' in here either
But it's a hassle that I'll gladly face to leave the states
Hittin' stages in other places it's outrageous
Not about wages, point to these faces
You thank them for bringin' me here, let's hear it for me
It's all I gotta say then I turn to Strike
And he tell me just take 'em away cause...

[Hook]