Land In Hell (Explicit) - Kodak Black

Lyrics by：Bill K. Kapri/Lester Williams

Composed by：Bill K. Kapri/Lester Williams

Produced by：L Beats

I'm on what I'm suppose to be on

Nah I'm sayin'

I'm stepping how I'm suppose to step

Right over left I send mine over to Haiti

Land of hell

I ain't gotta sell my soul I was already a zombie when they found me

I'm on my demon for real I'm right over left

I don't want no sleeping pills I'm up tryna catch

What the **** you mean I'm on this meth I'm stretch something

I was at baby house 18 with a tech on me

I was selling cookies at 17 with a check on me

I hit the bookie told Bruce he should bet on me

Why me and let let never made It official

Why would I let a nigga carry my pistol

I'm with the z's I put a nigga on a zip list

He push my button one more time Imma zip him

Every body lefted me but you in the middle

Sometimes I get to think God left me with him

I think he neglected me but sometimes I hear him

I hear him telling me Jacoby my real one

I get to geeking like its about to be chow time

I told my snipers pull up on me at mama's house

You get it done they say but you don't go do it

Its all the same but stop tryna play like you do it

If you in the game you tryna shoot Past Booise

And bobo said Kodak I think you can do it

What's all this dissing about I thought you was a dog of mine

I breaking in the house I'm cutting off the power line

Hey throw that cigarette away you look stupid

We was in the range I taught you had to smoke tunchi

I'm on some new **** in life you ain't included

You wish to be like me you really a groupie

The heartless felon says its freezing in Cleveland

They count on me to do this stepping strategically

And for Allah I get I zombie position

All of the drama has been clouding my vision

Me and the squad have been going through a division

And shall I make it right before its Christmas

Say I pray I always got a plan for me different

You can die around my way tryna link with these *******

And nothing I hate more than h*es tryna be nigga

These h*es my way gone get more high than these nigga

Lord knows I ain't got no business on these jiggas

In my past life I think Sosa my family member

I'm Tryna fall back in love with percs and promethazine

I don't know why I smoke alot of methaphatmine

Listen to what they don't say

***** **** what you telling me

Gotta get rich so my big cousin j dirty can stop selling clean

Hollywood ain't for a nigga

Rather go live in the polka bean

**** nigga gone make me kill him

Rock that boy in his rolly jean

Goofy nigga rocking ones tonight

Poor as h*e you already know its sheen

Why would I let you hold my pipe

How you gone know when I know to squeeze

Only scene rocking solider reeves

Dropping d**k in her ovaries only time I'm left over right

When I'm taking pictures and I throw the Z