Tiger

[Verse 1: Kevin Gates] 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 mama 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 Tone had a lot of talks Til' it ain't really make sense to talk Told him what I needed as a artist He would say ok and 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 [Hook] Heart of a tiger will commit homicide Dismantle any challenger or rival Concrete jungle where we fight to survive Until you make the police you'll never take me alive I'm a tiger, I'm a tiger Concrete jungle where we fight to survive Until you make the police you'll never take me alive I'm a tiger [Verse 2] Altercations, I'm thinking Travis must really hate me Been like a brother through middle school, woulda 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 'Burban, I was happy for him Got his Benz, I was happy for him Got his Hummer, I was happy for him No nigga round I wouldnta 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 [Hook]