This song was produced by Southside and Jake-One.
On this emotional track, Kodak talks about he has put his spirit in every song by him. He also talks about how the whole rap industry needs to sell their soul for actual attention and fame.
Calling My Spirit
Kodak Black Lyrics
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I gave it all I could give
I made it hot at the crib
I kept that fire at the crib
Where you gon' go when you dip?
How I'ma know who for real?
I pour a four in a fifth
You already know what it is
'Cause a lot of these niggas out here envy me
It ain't no ho in the clique
None of my dawgs got fuckboy tendencies
I don't even show no sympathy
Sippin' on Hennessy, got me bendin' sideways
Everything on me drippin', you niggas can't ride the wave
Nigga run around with the juice, nigga come spill your drank
I done earn my stripes now I'm tryna go get me some real rank
Readin' through my third eye 'cause I got tunnel vision
Had to open my mind, then I opened a business
It's like you gotta sell your soul for them to pay attention
Fuck all that playin', now I'm grown, I put my heart in it
I had to get down with that chrome to show them niggas I'm serious
And it's like every song I'm on, I be callin' my spirits
I put my Hublot on rocks
I put Moscato on rocks
Where I'm from we don't say opp
Shoot at an OV, shoot at a cop
Shoot at the police, shoot at your top
I made a million off socks
Free all my niggas who stuck in a box
Locked up and watchin' the clock
Locked up, they fightin' with locks
Locked up, they swingin' they knifes
I can't be livin' this life
No more Bacardi, alright
I don't want Cardi, so I'ma pour Henny on ice
My vision is vivid, told you I'm really a menace
I'll show you I'm destined to get it
I be outside with the glizzy
Totin' that fire, I be trippin'
I just might die how I'm livin'
Ain't take no bath, but I'm drippin'
Niggas ain't catchin' me slippin', ayy, yeah
I make you laugh when you with me
Know that my swag look terrific (glee, glee)
Ain't seen my dad in a minute
But I can't be mad, I got millions
I just pulled up in a lemon
Thuggin', so fuck your opinion
I'm thuggin', so fuck how you feelin'
I'm callin' my spirit
Readin' through my third eye 'cause I got tunnel vision
Had to open my mind, then I opened a business
It's like you gotta sell your soul for them to pay attention
Fuck all that playin', now I'm grown, I put my heart in it
I had to get down with that chrome to show them niggas I'm serious
And it's like every song I'm on, I be callin' my spirits
The lyrics of "Calling My Spirit" by Kodak Black display his open-heart with the focus on his determination to succeed. The opening lines are indicative of this as he asserts that he placed his soul into his lyrics and music. He continues by saying that he kept the fire burning towards his dreams while staying close to the crib, meaning his roots. However, he experiences difficulty in determining who is real and fake in his support circle. He dodges envy and betrayal by keeping a weapon close, although he stresses that no ho exists in his clique, and his friends despise fuckboys.
As the chorus begins, Kodak Black gets introspective, a trend that continues throughout the song. He tells listeners about the need to open their minds and eyes to realize their goals, and one of the best ways is to put their "heart in it." To prove his seriousness, he states that he had to get down with a chrome the gun to convince other rappers to take him seriously. Kodak Black explains himself further by calling out for his spirit in every song he writes, implying that his music is where he finds peace and genuine guidance.
In conclusion, "Calling My Spirit" by Kodak Black is an introspective and lyrically rich song that showcases the rapper's artistic prowess. He delivers a message of determination, perseverance and hustle that listeners can relate to and draws inspiration from, especially those who want to make something out of their lives.
Line by Line Meaning
I put my heart in my lyrics
I give my all when writing my songs
I gave it all I could give
I put my heart and soul into it
I made it hot at the crib
I made my home studio lit
I kept that fire at the crib
I kept the passion burning in my home studio
Where you gon' go when you dip?
Where will you go when you leave?
How I'ma know who for real?
How can I tell who is genuine?
I pour a four in a fifth
I mix codeine and liquor
You already know what it is
You already know the deal
I keep a pole in the whip
I carry a firearm in my car
'Cause a lot of these niggas out here envy me
Because many people are jealous of my success
It ain't no ho in the clique
No one in my squad is a traitor
None of my dawgs got fuckboy tendencies
None of my friends have weak or disloyal behaviors
I don't even show no sympathy
I don't have time for pity or weakness
Sippin' on Hennessy, got me bendin' sideways
Drinking Hennessy has me leaning to the side
Everything on me drippin', you niggas can't ride the wave
I'm dripping in designer clothes and jewelry, and you can't keep up
Nigga run around with the juice, nigga come spill your drank
If you're flaunting and being arrogant, someone might take you down
I done earn my stripes now I'm tryna go get me some real rank
I have proven myself and now want to achieve even greater success
Readin' through my third eye 'cause I got tunnel vision
I have focused vision and see things more deeply
Had to open my mind, then I opened a Benz
I expanded my thinking and then bought a luxury car
It's like you gotta sell your soul for them to pay attention
People only care if you compromise your values
Fuck all that playin', now I'm grown, I put my heart in it
I'm done with games and now give everything I have to my music
I had to get down with that chrome to show them niggas I'm serious
I had to show others that I am willing to use violence if necessary
And it's like every song I'm on, I be callin' my spirits
I put my all into every song, calling upon my inner strength
I put my Hublot on rocks
I put my expensive watch on ice
I put Moscato on rocks
I put my wine on ice
Where I'm from we don't say opp
We do not use the term 'opposition'
Shoot at an OV, shoot at a cop
Shoot at a rival gang member or police officer
Shoot at the police, shoot at your top
Shoot at the police or shoot someone in the head
I made a million off socks
I earned a lot of money selling socks
Free all my niggas who stuck in a box
Release all my friends who are locked up
Locked up and watchin' the clock
Sitting in jail counting down the time
Locked up, they fightin' with locks
People in jail fight with each other
Locked up, they swingin' they knifes
People in jail use weapons
I can't be livin' this life
I can't keep living a dangerous lifestyle
No more Bacardi, alright
I'm done drinking Bacardi
I don't want Cardi, so I'ma pour Henny on ice
I don't want Cardi B, so I'll drink Hennessy on ice
My vision is vivid, told you I'm really a menace
I have a clear vision and I am a dangerous person
I'll show you I'm destined to get it
I will prove to you that I am meant to succeed
I be outside with the glizzy
I carry a firearm with me when I'm out
Totin' that fire, I be trippin'
I carry a hot gun and it makes me act out of control
I just might die how I'm livin'
My lifestyle is so dangerous that I might not make it
Ain't take no bath, but I'm drippin'
I haven't showered, but I'm still wearing expensive clothes and jewelry
Niggas ain't catchin' me slippin', ayy, yeah
Nobody can surprise or sneak up on me
I make you laugh when you with me
I can make you happy when we're together
Know that my swag look terrific (glee, glee)
I know that I look great
Ain't seen my dad in a minute
I haven't seen my father in a while
But I can't be mad, I got millions
Even though I miss my dad, I've been successful
I just pulled up with a lemon
I arrived in a luxury car
Thuggin', so fuck your opinion
I live a rough lifestyle and don't care what you think
I'm callin' my spirit
I'm tapping into my inner strength
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Dieuson Octave, Jacob Brian Dutton, Joshua Luellen
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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@smokedogbaby5497
This kodak DUMMY
@leek1112
NoahMadeSMK you right I was thinking that
@leaveittologan6869
Do sound like gunna wrote and produce the beat
@trapbro773
No you mean this lil baby go hard 😂😂
@tommyg2196
SMOKE DOG BABY it was a joke...
@laylaallison2577
💖a u t h e n t i c v i e w s 💖 and Quavo the duo making virals
@ep9767
Song will never stop hitting
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Ong 🗣
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