[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]