Tiger Kevin Gates

[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