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