[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 left 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 momma 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 the [?] couldn't believe it My social next to a signature on a contract where I didn't leave it Me and [?] 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, lets 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 [?] 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 woulda 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]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
