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Artiste : Kodak Black
Titre : 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, nine out of ten, you violatin´
Why the hell I can´t be 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