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Kevin Gates - Tiger Lyrics

Kevin Gates – Tiger Lyrics

This luck that I had with my best friend
The boiled skin nigger went to braids
Knock the pussy nigger went to fey
But the short cheddar nigger went to praise
Got out of jail I was slave broke
Well no broke but low funds
Funds lower than they ever way I was trying
To rap without selling drugs
Me and Eric Tan kept grinding hard but
Every plan just fell apart
His mama daddy would not down cry
Pray for God to protect us all
The label kept us on booking shows
Most of which was an instant fly
This means I would appear
And perform without getting guac
This the poor way to get evil
Got to see couldn’t believe it
My social next to a signature on a contract
Well I couldn’t leave it
Me and Tom had a lot of talks till
It really aid made sense to talk
Tell them what I needed as an artist
See a steel cane and brush it off
Rap game call it for me
Let’s run the ball no fucking off
Travis Vick and them I said
Forever am I a low form?
Had to focus on my career
Others trying to be club owners
Got the ears of a major label
Now everybody in the world on it

Hold off a tiger will commit homicide
This mentally challenge of a rival
Come quick 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
Hungry cat but well we fight to survive
Until you make the police you’ll never take me alive
I’m a tiger

On vacation I’m thinking Travis must really hate me
Been like a brother through middle school
Would have never rapped until he met 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 us know I was half the fun
Got his bourbon I was happy for him
Got his Benz I was happy for him
Got him home I was happy for him
No nigger runner with this plated form
Put their head on a platter form
Never disrespect that yo bitch boy
I protected yo bitch boy
When niggers dead we both know it
Was trying to put dick on yo bitch boy
All you ever did was criticize me
Pillow talk to the world above me
These teardrops and my base real
My mama tell you I’m not stuck
In juvenile detention for self defense
Broad day I pop some
My X boys front go for reals
Black the eyes I shut some
Excuse me I’m my own man
In jail or on land
Always trying to fight me
How the fuck you hurt a nigger you love
I would never put my hands on you
Reason being you a nigger I love