MAK NIKOVA - Call The Shots (Shot Caller Remix) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Call the shots

Poetic Thoughts
Come on

[Verse]
Calling all cars man 'Kova bout to go hard/
Tell em code red cause this beat bout to be dead/
I'd eat this for breakfast start the day so reckless/
Ain't no need for help suicide I'll kill it myself/
Ain't got money I invested in wealth/
Got em lookin' for me now on the Best Buy shelf/
You higher than a elf, I'm flying over for real/
You just a fairytale I'm on a ferry to chill/
They scared of me, cause I come prepared like steel/
And spit out more gold than you can find in a hill/
I'm way too polished, to sift now/
That means you fake artist getting all kicked out/
Ay, ya girl gotta problem gotta big mouth/
Let me put this in it and see if you fit now/
Sucka' emcees can just doubt/
Yeah I'm big, but I'm bigger than his sound/
Girls having pity to get down/
Or they just stiff listenin' to the best out/
Me I don't brag, I spit South/
That lyrical crunk man yall gon be pissed now/
Get em a rag let em feel like he "Bout It, Bout It"/
Because between me and you I been around it/
Stayed out the streets no telling when it will stop/
It'll make you a monster before you ever do see the top/
Keep a watch for fake friends, but rollies for the homie/
Yeah I crashed the Benz but she look like she should know me/
I'm an international man, but never left the land/
If you haven't heard of me then its part of the plan/
Stayin cool like a fan, they know better than Stan/
Word play like Scramble let me check my hand/
Don't need to ask so fierce, I've been this way for years/
While hatin got you stuck up like a gun to your ear/

[Hook 4x]
I call the shots like a boss
Be dancing like a boss
Be standing like a boss
And I answer like a boss

[Outro]
Call the shots, uh
Poetic Thoughts, uh