Lyrics Tiger - Kevin Gates

Tiger

As luck would have it my best friend, the brown skin nigga with the braids
Not the pussy nigga with the fade, but the short chubby nigga with the braids
Got out of jail I was flat broke, well not broke but low funds
Funds lower than they ever was, I was tryna rap without selling drugs
Me and Eric Taylor kept grinding hard, but every plan just fell apart
His mamma died every night I cried, and prayed to God to protect his heart
The label kept on booking shows, most of which was a instant flop
This means I would appear, and perform without getting guap
This the part where it gets evil, got deceived couldn’t believe it
My social next to a signature on a contract where I didn’t leave it
Me and Tom had a lot of talks, but it ain’t really make sense to talk
Told him what I needed as a artist, he will say OK then brush it off
Rap game calling for me, let’s run the ball no fucking off
Travis Vick and the name I said, forever I’ma have love for him
Had to focus on my career, others tryna be club owners
Got the ears of a major label, now everybody in the world on it
Heart of a tiger will commit homicide
Dismantle any challenger or rival
Concrete jungle where we fight to survive
N.T.M.A.
to police, you’ll never take me alive
I’m a tiger, I’m a tiger
Concrete jungle where we fight to survive
N.T.M.A.
to police, you’ll never take me alive
I’m a tiger
Altercations, I’m thinking Travis must really hate me
Been like a brother through middle school, would’ve never rapped until he made
me
Really used to flip hoes together, go out together, do shows together
Still amazes me, kinda crazy how popularity can make you change
Got his nova I was happy for him
Got his Bourbon I was happy for him
Got his Benz I was happy for him
Got his hummer I was happy for him
No nigga round him would’ve splattered for him
Put their head on a platter for him
Never disrespected your bitch boy
I protected your bitch boy
When niggas that we both know was tryna put dick on your bitch boy
All you ever did was criticize me
Pillow talk to the world bout me
These tear drops on my face real, my mom will tell you I’m not stuntin'
Juvenile detention for self-defense, broad day I popped somethin'
Her ex-boyfriend broke her ribs, blacked her eyes, I shot somethin'
'scuse me, I’m my own man
In jail or on land
Always tryna fight me
How the fuck you hurt a nigga you love
I would never put my hands on you, reason being you a nigga I love