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 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

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

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