Short Timing (Explicit) - Kodak Black/B.G.
Lyrics by:Bill K. Kapri/David Doman/Christopher Noel Dorsey
Composed by:Bill K. Kapri/David Doman/Christopher Noel Dorsey
Produced by:D.A. Got That Dope
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 d**e
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 **** niggas hatin'
Every day it's the same **** I'm tired of waitin'
It be the same old ****
Same old **** different toilet
It be the same old **** different toilet
I'm a different kind of nigga can't buy this **** you gotta order it
I'm a different kind of nigga can't tear this **** 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 ***** I went through it
My brother spint the bin then burned it
I bought him a new Buick
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
Look
Twelve years sittin' in that cell that **** was ****** up
Say they'd free me if I tell they had me ****** 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 **** 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 ***** she backin' that a*s 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
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