Calling My Spirit Lyrics - Kodak Black

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 

I keep a pole in the whip 

'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 

Sipping on Hennessy, it got me bending 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 

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Readin' through my third eye 'cause I got tunnel vision 

Had to open my mind, then I opened a Benz 

It's like you gotta sell your soul for them to pay attention 

Fuck all that playing, 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 calling my spirits 

I put my Hublot on rocks 

I put moschato 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 watching the clock 

Locked up, they fighting with locks 

Locked up, they swinging they knifes 

I can't be living 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 

Toting that fire, I be trippin' 

I just might die how I'm living 

Ain't tell nobody, but I'm tripping 

Niggas ain't catching me slipping, ayy, yeah 

I make you laugh when you with me 

Know that my swag is 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 feeling 

I'm calling my spirit 

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Readin' through my third eye 'cause I got tunnel vision 

Had to open my mind, then I opened a Benz 

It's like you gotta sell your soul for them to pay attention 

Fuck all that playing, 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 calling my spirits