Short Timing Songtext
von Kodak Black & B.G.

Short timing, but I still gon′ have to make it out
Short timing, but I still gotta make it out
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

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

We the same old shit, same old shit, different toilet
We 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 tell this shit, you gotta burn it
Niggas know I'm a snipe and ain′t tryna fight, you gotta burn it
They send you to prison, turn around and put you on probation
They put you on papers, 9 out of 10, you're violating


Why the hell I can′t be scrapped?
I got these racks and niggas hatin'
How the hell I can't be scrapped?
I grew up black and scared of racers
Knowin′ any given moment, you crackers up and start to ride
How I can′t have a gun in this world?
Everybody got it

How the hell I can't possess a firearm?
My little got used to it
Tell you sign to plead, and do three
Cracker, you do it
Everything that I′m gettin', I earned it
Cause bitch I went through it
My brother spit the beer and then burn it
I bought them new bills

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 something that we prayed everyday about, oh

Look, 12 years sitting in that cell, that shit was fucked up
Say they′d free me if I tell, they had me fucked up
I been thuggin' since it legit
Jizzle a hard head
Fittin′ off, flood at the yard
And now my dog dead


All that politickin' and shit
Could get you stabbed up
You ain't got that paperwork, homie
You gon′ get ran up
Hate it for a clock, count time
My head done stand up
Love, faith, climbin′ my bitch
She backin' that ass up

What you know about ballin′ water
All in a milk carton
Just so you could have hot food
And drink some hot coffee
I could've died in the streets
I took the hard route
I made it out in one piece and I let my dogs out

Short timing but we still gotta make it out
Freedom something that we prayed every day about, oh
Short timing, but we still gotta make it out
That paperwork is something that we didn′t care about, oh