Land In Hell Songtext
von Kodak Black

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, the 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 fuck 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 I′mma 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 my Jacoby my real one
I get to geeking like its about to be show 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'm 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 shit 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 bitches
And nothing I hate more than hoes tryna be niggas
These hoes my way gone get more high than these niggas
Lord knows I ain't got no business on these jiggas
In my past life I think Sosa was my family member
I'm Tryna fall back in love with percs and promethazine
I don′t know why I smoke a lot of methaphatmine

Listen to what they don′t say
Bitch fuck 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
Fuck nigga gone make me kill him
Rock that boy in his rolly jean

Goofy nigga rocking ones tonight
Poor as hoe 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 dick in her ovaries only time I′m left over right
When I'm taking pictures and I throw the Z