Tiger Song lyrics

I was born a lover raised a fighter
Sworn in a saint turnt into a sinner
If I earn another stripe I be motherf*cking tiger
Next kill for the loaf you f*cking with a winner
n*ggas going ham for a slice
Can’t knock the hustle working for their next meal
Wishing they could have a n*gga life
Pigeons ain’t eating, I’m just throwing them the heels
Flipping you the bird while I’m flipping n*ggas bills
If I’m whipping in the whip, sit, b*tch n*gga chill
Couldn’t tell the pedal from the motherf*cking wheel
n*ggas on my di*k thinking that they on my heels
Image never tarnish, stainless like steel
Print the face real big, 'cause I’m still the emblem
If they start I’ma end them
No say no referendum

Read my lips
Read my lips
Read my lips
Read my lips
Read my lips

Malcolm was a failure, more fame than lethal
Feeble, shot by his own people poignant the needle that feeds his blood, violent loops
Last hoop he will leap through
But its strong to be militant like it’s smart to be ignorant
Just to sell all this n*gga sh*t, 'cause they only buying n*gga sh*t
(God damn) Supply and demand
They demand, I supply though surprised that I am
I didn’t take a stand, money over matter, matter fact over fam
I know that through experience
Ain’t that right triple X? You feeling this
I know that through experience
Ain’t that right triple X?
I was born three seeds in my palm
Papa don’t preach, black quiet storm
Speak with his first we recite his Psalms
Raised a fighter though I had my qualms
Gave two to the body another two to the jaw
His little lip bleeding but my heart got scarred
Pull the fire alarm
Adolescent immolation, I protest these laws
Born a lover, full lips soft hands
Old head said it went against my brand
Brand new stance, iron fisted jab
Gift that gab and I whoop that ass
People don’t change, they just do new task
Another tool in the box another trip to the shed
Men make men made men like pawns
'Til we follow Islam to the Boko Haram