Short Timing

[Intro: Kodak Black]

Short timing, but I'm still gon' have to make it out

Short timing, but I still gotta make it out (d.a. got that dope)

Short timing, but you still gotta make it out

Short timing, but I still gotta make it out

Short timing, but you still gon' have to make it out

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]

Short timing, but I still gotta make it out

I hit a nigga with a floater all in his mouth

Every day, it's the same shit, niggas hatin'

Every day, it's the same shit, I'm tired of waitin'

It be the same old shit

Same old shit, different toilet

It be the same old shit, different toilet

I'm a different kind of nigga, can't buy this shit, you gotta order it

I'm a different kind of nigga, can't tear this shit, you gotta burn it

Niggas know I'm a Snipe, and I ain't tryna fight, you gotta bury me

They send you to prison, turn 'round and put you on probation

They put you on papers, ninе out of ten, you violatin'

Why the hell I can't bе strapped? I got these racks and niggas hatin'

How the hell I can't be strapped? I grew up Black and scared of racists

Knowin' any given moment, you crackers'll up and start a riot

How I can't have a gun in this world? Everybody got it

How the hell I can't possess a firearm? I done got used to it

Tell your son to plea to do three, cracker, you do it

Everything that I'm gettin', I earned it, 'cause, bitch, I went through it

My brother spint the bin, then burned it, I bought him a new Buick

[Chorus: Kodak Black & B.G.]

Short timing, but I still gotta make it out

Hit a nigga with a floater all in his mouth, oh

It go short timing, but I still gotta make it out

Freedom somethin' that we prayed every day about, oh

[Verse 2: B.G.]

Look

Twelve years sittin' in that cell, that shit was fucked up

Say they'd free me if I tell, they had me fucked up (No)

I been thuggin' since a lil' jit, Gizzle a hardhead

Fentanyl flooded the yard and now my dog dead

All that politickin' and shit could get you stabbed up (For real)

You ain't got that paperwork, homie, you gon' get ran up (For real)

Hated 4 o'clock count time, I had to stand up (Yeah)

Love FaceTimin' my bitch, she backin' that ass up (Yeah)

What you know about boilin' water all in a milk carton? (What you know?)

Just so you can have hot food and drink some hot coffee

I could've died in the streets, I took the hard route (Route)

I made it out in one piece, now let my dogs out (Free 'em)

[Chorus: B.G.]

Short timing, but we still gotta make it out

Freedom somethin' that we prayed every day about, oh

Short timing, but we still gotta make it out

That paperwork is somethin' that we didn't play about, oh