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Kodak Black - I'm Kodak [Official Visualizer]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Stanley
Brian Stanley
Songwriter
Jesse Samuel Singer
Jesse Samuel Singer
Songwriter
Chris Ryan Soper
Chris Ryan Soper
Songwriter
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
LaTavius Driver
LaTavius Driver
Songwriter
Sean Fitzgerald Piatt
Sean Fitzgerald Piatt
Songwriter
Anthony Michael Howard
Anthony Michael Howard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TayMasterChef
TayMasterChef
Producer
Dzyonthebeat
Dzyonthebeat
Producer
Yoda Yae1k
Yoda Yae1k
Producer
Brian Stanley
Brian Stanley
Producer
Jesse Samuel Singer
Jesse Samuel Singer
Producer
Chris Ryan Soper
Chris Ryan Soper
Producer
Derek "Dyryk" Garcia
Derek "Dyryk" Garcia
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Rodriguez
Andrew Rodriguez
Additional Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Like overnight, I changed my whole mentality I kept goin' back to jail, them people laughed at me Separating entertainment from reality She forgave me, I ain't even ask her for that I'm looking in the mirror like, "Boy, you Kodak!" How the the hell I turned into a fuckin' Kodak? I remember feelin' like these rappers passin' me They said I need to start actin' like I'm Kodak I wish that I can fly to get away I hate I chose this life, but it's too late Sometimes I wanna cry to clean my soul I pray that I'm forgave for everything Can you see the best in me now? I'm no longer twenty I'm goin' through my struggles dog, everybody ventin' I was tryna send a whole zip, Z street in the rain I done turned into a Kodak, I was just in the trenches And I thought I wasn't gon' never leave Man, I think I growed up in my sleep Really, I think the Feds got me in them feels I'm not in the Jets, I'm on a Lear I just ran up a check, like lil' one chill All that extra shit gon' get you killed I need me some rest so I can heal They know who do that steppin' shit for real I moved to Salt Lake City in Utah Over here I ain't gotta worry 'bout shoot-ah I'm a big stepper, I'm keeping my shoot-ah I was just fuckin' that bitch on a rooftop Three hundred a show, get more in Dubai Tell me it's smoke, you know I'm a cool guy Ooh, you the finest bae, you too fly Keepin' my mind off things like Woosah Birthday June, went to sleep in July Wake me up after September I like me over any nigga Fuck a steppa', nigga, send 'em
Writer(s): Chris Ryan Soper, Latavius Driver, Bill Kapri, Anthony Michael Howard, Sean Fitzgerald Piatt, Jesse Singer, Brian A. Stanley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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