Letra Short timing Kodak Black

Short timing

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

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, nin? out of ten, you violatin'
Why the hell I can't b? 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

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 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)

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